As a queen, I am willing to put away all my luxury to wash my hands and make soup for you and leave a light for you late at night, but you also have to love me. After all, this is what I want. A first love will leave me nowhere to hide. Okay, I'll leave. Five years later, they all call me Queen now. I am living well in my world. Why do you want to show up? Why do you want to show up? Father, mother, grandpa? It was because of my child that he appeared, and now he keeps saying that he loves me, haha, I am not a little fool. (The introduction is incompetent, not too cruel, but a little cruel to make you happy)