"I" am a child who grew up in the palace, but no one knows my identity. The young prince loves me very much, but every time I ask the young prince about my life experience, the young prince always smiles and says nothing, and gently pats the palm of his left hand with the fan in his right hand. One time. One time. The sound of burning musk one by one can be heard quietly in the gorgeous inner room. I know that the young prince is sad.
I grew up day by day, but when the young prince married me off, I realized that I had already fallen in love with the young prince. Is love originally twinned with pain, or is it destined to take ninety-nine points of pain in exchange for that part of sweetness? And at this time, the mystery of my life experience was gradually revealed. It turned out...