Everyone said that His Highness Can Xueju was a toothless tiger cub.
Only Qin Miao knew that his beautiful eyes could see everything.
Including the few coins she hid in her sleeves.
Including her needle-pricked finger.
Including her clumsy, undue concern.
—And he accepted it.
It was like accepting the bowl of cold porridge and saying "Your Highness, the cold is feeling better" at an inappropriate time.
Intention: "I'm not here to rewrite your ending. I just want to accompany you through this long life in the cracks of history."