Our queen, oh no, not yet, but she will be soon, is walking on a shiny road with a palace maid, and when she comes to a shiny door, when she sees the things inside, our queen sheds tears silently. The room is full of clothes, clothes of various patterns and styles. The queen shed tears because she was so moved. Who knows that he is a fashionista? When our queen saw the emperor she was about to marry, she was so excited that she almost threw herself at him. I want to pounce on him and lick my face. Who told him to be a face-controller? That's right, it's "he" not "she". When our queen traveled to this strange world, she was already about to get married. (Look at how crazy our author is. =W=) The majestic (clingy) emperor attacks the clothes and looks controlled by the queen. This is purely the author's imagination, please don't criticize. Don't complain if your writing is not good.