When Prince Ning smiled happily in the prison, I knew everything was over. In the middle of this saga that was destined to end, I hesitated, unable to choose between the two upcoming endings. At first, I thought I couldn't make a choice between ideals and family love for this king - but when I wrote these words, I realized that the real reason was that I refused to let myself believe that he was dead no matter what.
The night is deep and the night is still young. He, and she, were waiting for the dawn to arrive on this cold moonlit night. In front of his eyes, he vaguely imagined the unrealistically long night before the incident. He looked up at the sky and murmured in a low voice:
"... This night is so long..."
At that moment, his tone was even a bit melancholy.
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