If Jiang Yin weren’t so ordinary-looking, perhaps she would have become a movie queen. She had worn the mask of an actress no one could surpass for so long that she was almost starting to believe it herself.
On the surface, she was always serene and untroubled, but the boy saw through to the vulnerability inside her.
Falling in love with him was expected; having a future with him was not.
She said, “I’m An Lingrong.”
“In the imperial harem, she was dealt a terrible hand and had to struggle to survive. She was cautious and humble, sensitive and suspicious of everyone. In the end, she left as a loser.”
But he said with complete seriousness, “Even with a terrible hand, she managed to blow up half the harem. To me, An Lingrong was a winner.”
“Jiang Yin, sensitive and suspicious? I just think you’re very meticulous. Maybe you aren’t as perfect as the image you’ve created, but I’ll still accept the Jiang Yin beneath the mask.”
“I told you I’d be a confidant who can keep a secret. Let me see the other side of you, Jiang Yin.”
She placed her hand over his.
He said he would love all of her, her strengths and her flaws.
No matter how many difficulties they faced, they would face them together.
Jiang Yin was no longer a lonely child.
(P.S. Please go easy on me, lore enthusiasts... I’m not good at writing blurbs. Please check out the story itself, everyone!)
