When I was seven years old, my father picked up a young boy on the battlefield.
He was covered in blood, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
Dad touched his head and said, "This boy is extraordinary and will become a great person in the future."
Ten years later, the boy became the powerful regent.
He knelt before my father and asked to marry me.
Dad shouted: "I treat you as my son, but you want to be my son-in-law?"
But they forgot to ask me.
I've known for a long time - the way that boy looked at me was never like brother and sister.
Intention: Loving you is what my heart wishes.