Long silence cannot hide loneliness;
A thousand-year promise drifts away with time;
The mistakes of a past life bring ruin in this one;
Far from the clamor of the world, all I wish for is a life of freedom.
“What can your young lady do?”
Bing’er: “Miss can do all sorts of things.”
“Such as?”
“Miss can read palms.”
I put on a serious face. “...Hmm, your lifeline is quite long.”
“Miss can draw portraits.”
Zhu Yang stared at the comic in his hands, lost in thought.
“Miss can compose poetry.”
I said, “The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea...”
“All right, I admit it. I can’t do anything.”
“That’s all right. This prince will teach you.”
Before I met him, no one could enter my world.
An “accidental” transmigration
brought me into the company of a group of warmhearted people,
and the person I want by my side for the rest of my life.
In this troubled world,
nations scheme and vie for power, their plots unending.
They hunt for the goddess born once every thousand years,
hoping to use her divine power to rule the world.
For the “family” and “love” I’ve found in this strange world,
what should I do?
