She was his pawn, just a pawn.
She was sent to someone else's bed by him, and there was no wave in his eyes.
It snowed heavily that day and submerged the bluestone in front of his door. The personal maid he sent to monitor her said that it was the first time she saw the girl shed tears.
What can be done? Who told her to love him? What he wants is the eternal kingdom, how can she afford it? Then she would do it and help him.
Finally, things happened, and there was a chaos behind her. He used a spear to cut through the blood, and brought light to save her from the darkness.
Thousands of words were stuck in her throat. There were too many things she wanted to say, but there was only one question she wanted to ask.
It's nothing more than the phrase "Do you love me?"
That sentence was rotten in my heart after all.
Later, what she got was a wedding invitation printed with gold foil, using heavy ink that was so thick that it could not be melted. It was written with iron and silver hooks. She was not the one who wrote it.
Until the rolling mortal world was trampled upon, that word of love, as her heart was crushed in the wind, eventually became an unspoken regret.