The hall was brightly lit, no one was there late at night, and it was windy and snowy outside.
The emperor sat alone.
The heroine knelt on the ground, holding a dagger in her hand, lowering her head and saying nothing.
Suddenly - blood splattered on the golden steps, and the emperor looked at her in disbelief: "Is it you?"
The emperor finally looked outside the palace door, fear appearing in his eyes, but he did not say anything...
