The king likes the princess, and the princess likes the king.
"You wouldn't know that it was only a brief moment when I let go of my hand, but I came to a place where everything was unfamiliar. I was in a state of despair, and I had no refuge even for my longing."
The princess lost the king, and the king was very sad.
"You are wrong. My hatred is not that he didn't save me, but that he is gone."
The princess's cry caused heavy rain, but it still ended in sadness.
"If I become numb, it proves that I have really forgotten love."
The princess was comforted and hurt even more.
"In fact, what I'm afraid of is that you are his descendant, so who am I?"
The bond between life and death is broad, and I will tell it to you; I will hold your hand and grow old together with you.
Please cherish the love that has wiped life and death. In the end, the temperature in my palms was as clear as my sky.
In fact, the previous story was about the story between Xiao Dian and Giotto, and the main story is about Xiao Dian traveling back to A Gang's era. I wanted to write it, so I decided to post it. Whether you read it or not is up to you. Shrug.