The red line between the fingers is the fate of this life.
The woman he loved most became the emperor's concubine, but he married her sister. What a naive girl. She is not one-tenth as beautiful as her sister, but a hundred times more naive than her. But is she really naive? What kind of emotions are hidden under her innocent eyes? As simple as the sea, unfathomable and capricious.
The sister who loved her most became the sister-in-law of the man she loved most, but she married the man she loved most. What a bohemian prince, gentle and elegant, but a dandy! But... Why did his infatuation and single-mindedness make me so obsessed with him?