During the Han Dynasty, the emperor changed twice within a few years, plunging the political situation into turmoil.
"I've been unable to give you a proper title all these years. Do you hate me?" The man, dressed in black, took her hand and kissed her forehead.
"It doesn't matter." The woman smiled radiantly.
"I've neglected you for so long. Do you hate me?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Ran'er, why?"
"I've spent my whole life loving you. How could there be anything left over to hate you with?" The woman smiled as radiantly as she had that day.
Beneath the mask, she was already covered in scars.
