Back then I chopped off one of your fingers and gave it away as a pig, but now you carve out my heart as a betrothal gift. "
- On your wedding night, you took off the tyrant's mask, and his throat scar was exactly the same as the mute slave who saved you when you were young.
- You touch his back tremblingly - the word "dog" that should have been branded by you yourself has turned into a phoenix totem (the mute slave died long ago, and the tyrant was the replacement).
- He pinched your neck and chuckled: "The princess's stand-in game is over. "The corpse of a real mute slave crawled out from under the bed, with three fingers missing from his right hand (the token of love you gave me back then).
