You say you don't care if they call you a witch.
You said that people should live their lives for themselves, openly and unrestrainedly.
You say he is old-fashioned and dull, but he is so cute.
You say he is a gentleman, unparalleled in beauty, and the best man in the world who abides by his duties.
You say he has the world in mind, has great ambitions, and is full of vigor.
You said he was the hero you wanted.
It's a pity that he is the number one disciple of the righteous sect, and you are the little princess of the demonic sect.
I saw the way you looked at him when you mentioned him, with an envious look on your face and a starry sky in your beautiful eyes.
His expression was lazy and tired, and his every move was full of charm.
Likeable.
And what can I do for you?
I try my best to make you happy, but I can't protect you, let alone walk the world with a sword like him.
There is only you in my world.
In just a few decades, will we say goodbye forever?
When did you
Can you take a look at me?
Give him the same look.
When will you feel sorry for me? Just like when I saw you sad and wronged.
How do they know you?
Your free and easy, your uneasiness, your softness, your cruelty, your coldness, your indifference. How can they understand you as well as I do?
I'm afraid I'm sick, but I'll be fine in a few decades, no, ten years at most. I can't haunt you anymore.
Are you at all happy with me?
I don't want to be as profound as I am to him, I just want some comfort.
I know that I am of low status and have no merit.
It is reasonable not to be loved by you.
I just fantasize about your love from time to time.
Her gentle and affectionate eyebrows caressed my cheeks and lips.
Speak softly, smile, and have loving eyes.
But they are all delusions.
The dream that you can't pursue even after exhausting your life may not even deserve an answer from you.
Never again.
Intent: Love is all about fairness.