I died on the night when my husband set off fireworks all over the city for the white moonlight. As a queen, I watched him and his concubine passionately in love on the star-picking tower where they made their love, and my heart was filled with despair. This was a well-planned "suspended death". I wanted to escape to the end of the world, but unexpectedly, he was found thousands of miles away and imprisoned in a deep palace. From childhood sweethearts to mutual dislike, from the truth about the infertility of the musk bracelet to the deadly trap on the hunting ground, there is only deception and harm between us. When he said "I love you" to me, I chose to jump off the tall building. This time, it's not to die, but to tell him that I can't afford your love, and I won't wait for your prison anymore.
