When he was eight years old, it was a year of national subjugation. His father's kingdom was overthrown, and rebellious ministers and traitors were slaughtered wantonly in the palace, which painted a strong blood color on that beautiful past. The smell of blood never dissipated, and Mingyue's fate was reversed in this year.
Mingyue shines every year, every year, maybe, God should not let Mingyue become a princess, because Mingyue does not know the responsibilities of a princess, but she can never forget that a princess has the responsibilities that a princess should have.
I remember the master's words very clearly. Of course, there was one sentence he said too much. I will not leave Luka. I will never leave him. If I leave, who will dare to go against the master for me? Who will cook for me? Who will hug me when I cry? Who will let me... Luka has too many reasons for existence. I can never leave him.
The cover is beautiful. . .