There seems to be endless stories behind the luxury. The sadness is hidden behind the power, and the bitterness is hidden behind the prosperity. Just like me, I was born with nobility and beauty, but no freedom. When I was very young, I was more mature than my peers. My hands are not as slender and soft as other rich ladies. My hands are long and slender, but there are a few hard calluses, which are the result of holding pens and practicing for many years. When a man is given a great responsibility from heaven, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions. It seems that few of these are relevant to me. But when I suddenly looked back, I realized that not everyone would surrender to me. I may not want glory, but I can't bear to give up my own life and the lives of others. Maybe it's just fighting for survival, but it has two-level consequences: the winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. Life or death is all up to me.