She didn't know how she had come here, or when she would leave. Neither surprised, panicked, nor in a hurry, she set about learning the world anew, like a newborn child.
She knew who she was, but not where the voice inside her came from. With missing memories and a strange stirring in her heart, she didn't know how to face him, or the other self within her.
Openhearted yet sensitive, cheerful yet detached; cold and warm, fire and ice. Like snow on a mountain that has stood since time immemorial, never melting beneath the blazing sun, or an icicle in a raging fire that refuses to melt. So many contradictions dwelled within her, all because she needed warm breezes and a bright moon to keep her from burning to ashes or freezing into a statue.
The painted beams and carved rafters that looked so splendid from afar weren't necessarily better than the thatched cottage beside her.
I had a fever a few days ago, but I'm finally almost better. I'll get back to updating soon.
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.. I originally thought Prince Lian was a sinister after reading the previous chapter, but after reading this chapter I realized that the heroine also has the potential to be sinister...
Why do I think that Prince Lian is very fond of me? Is this because I am so naughty??
Your writing is not bad. Let me give you a score.
The male protagonist and the female protagonist have two babies??
The writing is a little slow. I rarely read time travel stories, but Nai's writing is good, so I want to encourage you to keep working hard~!
Are you writing prose? - -
This assassination was well written
The legendary pillow style...
Playing ambiguously...