On the day the city fell, Shen Zhaoning jumped from the city tower.
The prince of the enemy country, Xiao Lin, reached out to catch her. The armor was cold and her palms were hot. She looked up in his arms and smiled: "Your Highness, can I be your dog?"
——This is the beginning of her revenge.
For three years, she lived as his organ. She handed him the knife before he frowned. She hummed nursery rhymes about his mother and concubine when he was insomnia. Before he got angry, she had prepared a target for his venting. Xiao Lin thought it was tameness, but found that every breath he took had her shadow.
"I want to have a taste of being inseparable from someone, Your Highness." On the eve of her ascension to the throne, she knelt down and said these words. He thought they were words of love.
Until he saw the scars on her body - the arrow wound to the heart was the first time his heart beat, the cut mark on the wrist was the first time he made an exception, and the pinch mark on the neck was the first time he said "don't die". She physically records his fall, a list of trophies.
"When His Highness caught me, his hands were shaking." On the tower, she leaned back, her smile was exactly the same as three years ago, "At that time, I thought, this person, I want him to think of me every time he reaches out."
He rushed over, his fingertips brushing against the hem of his clothes.
He caught the air.
And she left him with the last lesson: remembering her alive is a punishment longer than death.
