"Your Majesty, your Majesty's will is gradually weakening, I'm afraid--"
"A-Ning, you can't sleep, you can't die, A-Ning, I haven't forgiven you yet."
Are those his tears or mine? It doesn't matter anymore, all the panic and guilt left my body, like countless flowers that were beaten and fallen by the cold wind, and I myself, like a light piece of cotton, floated on the vast sea. The past comes like waves, and I have always been a selfish and timid person, but I have no regrets. In that sudden glimpse of my wedding night, I delivered a life-or-death love.
Conception: