"Jin'er——" her mother called her name, but she saw him as the crown prince of Baijin Kingdom.
When he suddenly looked back, she mistakenly thought it was a connection. His white clothes were fluttering, his expression was tired, but her name filled his eyes with hope and attachment.
It took many years to realize that he was just doing it for the name...
"Su Jin..." "Bai Jing'er..."
The woman in Baijin Kingdom whose status is second only to the queen has a name that sounds the same as hers.
"My name is Jin'er..." She had long since let go, but because of that name, she pushed away the fate that originally belonged to her...
Bai Jinsu girl, where to go? The aloofness and determination she tried so hard to conceal were painted with a casual and frivolous look.
When she stood on the top of the capital, she realized that everything was in vain, only the hem of her violet skirt was waving to the soldiers in the beacon battlefield.
"Su Jin. Su Jin."
When she was already inferior to one person, she was superior to ten thousand people. But she was doubting her original intention.
"Madam. Madam."
All she expected was this little bit of warmth and trust.
When you pity, you cherish the fate for a short time, but the love is deep.
Passionate love seals the door of the boudoir, and the palace is closed to the world of mortals.
I don't know where to turn the cold, and I lament that I only have ordinary people's lamps.
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