The most painful thing in the world is when the person you love treats you like a stranger.
When she was reduced to a "posthumous" princess of a subjugated country, he only treated her with indifference and disregard. With a smile on his face, he hid the pain in his heart, and it wasn't until the end that he discovered that he was not the man he "favorite"...
When he discovers that the person she loves is not him, how should he choose between hatred and love for her?
However, the conspiracy has been covering her. Who pushed her into the pit of fire, used, betrayed, trapped, loved and hated... How can she continue to laugh to the end?
(This article has been revised!)
That phoenix coffin is gradually opened for someone...