She fell in love with him at first sight, thought about him day and night, and finally became his wife.
There is no place for her in the majestic palace.
She lingered in brothels and played songs every night, completely regardless of her feelings.
She laughs, so what? She loved him, but his love had not yet arrived.
He smiles, isn't it happy? She loves him, she is just his tool.
In a fight, who has the last laugh?
The contract between life and death is just a farce?
Ha! How could she blame him? She could only blame her for remembering the tear mole in her haste and wrongly promising a lifetime of happiness. . . . . .