He had never seen a woman with such plain features, like a lily quietly waiting to bloom in the night sky. He just thought it was interesting to see how he would feel if he transplanted this flower into a swamp filled with rotting blood and watched its white petals gradually turn red or slowly wither.
It should be very, very boring.
Why? But shouldn't it be dyed red? Why can he still lean on the couch leisurely and look at the flowers in front of him...?
By the way, there are some small palace battles where the female protagonist has an easy-going temperament and the male protagonist is strong, one-on-one, not sadistic, and generally relaxed and enjoyable. . . Suitable for passing time.