Feeling the big wrinkled hand of vicissitudes of life, the young Ruan Shulan looked at the old man who led them to find hope - the eyes of Heinessen in his twilight years were filled with a fiery brilliance that she could not yet understand.
"Those who are willing to be slaves do not know the power of freedom."
The husky voice seemed to echo forever.
Many years later, Ruan Shulan used her life to practice this power, making every trade-off and compromise to maintain the newly established capital of Heinessen, until her own blood dried up and she fell into eternal darkness.
"Miss, are you awake? Your Majesty sent you the sapphire you wanted before. Is it made into a necklace?"
"My lord?"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke, your father."
"Is this here?"
"It's in Lipsudat, dear lady. You have suffered so much to come here. You must not have rested yet..."
In the darkness before dawn, you can only see the stream of light swimming in hope in books, because you are confident that you can see the sun rising in a few pages.
But in reality, yesterday was the same as today, with only dry blood.
Maybe for a lifetime, maybe for generations and hundreds of years.
Author's note: This article is for love. There is no outline or completion plan. It will be updated as the occasion arises.
Intention: original ideal
