An evil and charming woman who was supposed to be heartless and heartless fell into that ink-like tenderness in a trance. Only this time, she never recovered.
A mortal fairy who should have been as happy as an elf fell into those warm eyes with just one glance.
They are both stunning beauties, but they have different beauties, different dreams, and two different loves, one is like smoke and the other is like water.
A ray of soul is not a soul, a dream is like a dream, in the end, a prosperous one is broken like a cloud of smoke.