The Begonias Bloomed for Years, Then Faded

[Abandoned, Don't Read] I’m taking him with me. No army, no matter how vast, can stop me! The heroine thinks: I’ve never been some weak woman who can’t lift a finger. I can wield a knife, climb onto the roof, and tear off the tiles. But I’m still a long way from being one of the guys. After all, I can also be sweet and dependent, and I know music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The hero thinks: A handsome gentleman and a lovely beauty are a match made in heaven. So what if you refuse? I’ll cling to you relentlessly. You can be annoyed, angry, and even want to kill me. All that matters is that you can’t live without me! The process doesn’t matter.

P.S. ☆ A shameless, upright, dependable, occasionally split-personality crown prince hero X a strong, devoted, occasionally violent princess heroine ☆ This story is set in an imaginary world, so history buffs may want to steer clear.

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