She once thought that there would never be a person like him who lived in her heart as deeply as him, but she forgot that there was a group of people around her who loved her like life. He was "her" brother, such a supreme prince. He loved her and resisted the eyes of the world. He only loved her. He is "her" husband in name. He danced for the world, fell in love with "her", and wanted to marry her through clever means. He, who was sometimes cold and sometimes gentle towards her, locked his deep purple eyes on her without hesitation. He loved her, not "her". He, elegant in white clothes, as carefree as an immortal, possessed of world-shattering martial arts skills, was the reincarnation of the person from thousands of years ago. With just one glance, he recognized her. After all, who is her him, who is the prosperity in her heart?
