I was born with Manzhu Shahua, and was despised and despised by the world. Even my father, that aloof man, was cold and merciless towards me. I was imprisoned in a high tower by him for fifteen years, and I never saw the sun, nor did I see that so-called father. For him, his daughter's love is so cheap. Until one day, I sneaked out of the tower and met that gentle man. I once asked him, do you dislike my identity, which is harmful to me? He said, no problem. I cried and said, you are so stupid. Years later, I realized that it was all my imagination. That gentle man has long since passed away. What he wanted and loved was never me, but the flowers of the other side of the world in my body. My heart is tired and broken...