When Jiang Si saw Yan Chao's face, memories that had been silent for a long time rushed out crazily, and fate tied the two together uncontrollably.
"Your Highness, who am I?"
Should she play the role of the Azhao in her heart, or directly possess him with a strong attitude?
The cold and unattainable moon in the sky bows its head gently, which makes people obsessed with it. Love is an illusion, a cage, something you do knowingly that you can't do it, and a yoke that you put on voluntarily.
"Your Highness..."
