The blue hair is dyed with emotions, and the sorrow of separation cannot be dispersed.
A piece of suicide note slowly fell to the ground. The envelope still read "Your Majesty personally expresses it", but there were only a few strokes on the paper, and the handwriting was small and elegant: "The night in the palace is too cold, I will be scared alone." She never changed, but her disguise was so good that she deceived others and herself.
In a place she didn't know, the man she had been waiting for all her life shrank in her heart, with a tremor she had never known: "Be presumptuous... I won't allow you to escape... I won't allow you..."
When we first met, I never thought that what was left behind when we parted was my heart...
Intention: There is no absolute good or evil. When it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, perhaps you can follow your heart.