Previous life.
She spared her whole family's lives and helped him ascend to the throne.
What he got in exchange was a cup of poisonous wine.
The whole clan was beheaded, and the golden sword was stained with blood.
Biting hatred.
On the night of rebirth, it was freezing to the bone.
She set an iron rule for herself.
No help.
Not helpful.
Don't love.
This life.
He became paranoid and pursued him in a humble manner.
I am willing to protect her from all the wind and rain in the world.
He doesn't know.
This belated affection.
It's just an instinctive repayment of debts owed to the previous life.
The more distant she becomes.
The crazier he gets.
The crazier he gets.
The more she despairs.
He was frustrated at every step and cried blood.
She just looked on.
There was never even half a word of help.
This bad fate.
There was no consummation from the beginning.
The outcome has already been determined.
She pulled away gracefully and escaped completely.
And he, burdened with sin, lived alone for the rest of his life.
