"Do you still remember me?" Zhou Siheng stared at the dignified and decent girl in front of him, and his eyes overlapped with the sixth princess Yu Xi who sang on a flying horse in his memory.
"Your Highness, Prince Jing, forgive me, I really don't remember..." Yuran lowered her head and thought about it carefully, then she said softly with her head tilted helplessly. Her steps on the temples hung calmly beside her cheeks, she bowed straightly, and then she passed by Zhou Siheng, who was wearing a golden crown.
Zhou Siheng looked at the direction she was leaving and murmured: "I can't help her after all -"
After marriage
Ayun took out a handkerchief and gave it to Yuran, full of doubts: "Princess, what happened? Your wedding day is coming soon! Don't be happy!"
Yu Ran looked at the wedding curtains that filled the palace as red as blood, and smiled helplessly.
This life is controlled by others, when can I live for myself?
Purpose: cherish the present moment