She is not a very attractive woman, not very beautiful, not very smart, just an ant and a commoner.
He is a very attractive man, with identity, status, temperament, taste and appearance all rolled into one.
For her, that was the desire in her heart, but the huge gap also made her fearful.
To him, it was a game, a game led by himself.
How true? How fake? He himself couldn't tell clearly. It turned out that something had already gotten out of control...
Love is a gorgeous and long-lasting war, the prince and Cinderella? Are there fairy tales in this world?