The day I became the cold palace princess, I cursed my royal brother to die early and be born early.
That night he was struck by lightning and turned into charcoal.
When I opened my eyes again, I became the lost daughter of a modern wealthy family.
I wanted to feel at ease and just be a loser, but the top performers in the live variety show mocked me: "Does this kind of trash deserve to be on the show?"
I sighed quietly: "Be careful and fall off the altar."
The next day, the search for his collapsed house exploded.
The whole internet calls me a prophet, but the actor knocked on my door late at night: "Your Highness, have you had enough fun?"
In his hand, he held the jade pendant I lost back then.
