Feeling the weathered, wrinkled hand, young Ruan Shulan looked at the old man who had led them to find hope. In the eyes of Hainisen, now in his twilight years, burned a fierce light she was still too young to understand.
"Those willing to live as slaves do not know the power of freedom."
His hoarse voice seemed to echo forever.
Years later, Ruan Shulan devoted her life to putting that power into practice. She exhausted herself weighing options and making compromises, struggling to keep the newly established capital, Hainisen, afloat until her blood ran dry and she sank into eternal darkness.
"Miss, you're awake? His Lordship sent the sapphire you wanted earlier. Would you like it made into a necklace?"
"His Lordship?"
"Yes, the Duke, your father."
"Where am I?"
"You're in Lipstadt, honored miss. You must have suffered coming all this way. You haven't had a chance to rest properly, have you..."
In the darkness before dawn, the glimmer of hope can only be seen in books, where one can be confident the sun will rise a few pages later.
In reality, yesterday is no different from today. There is only the last of one's hot blood, running dry.
Perhaps it will take a lifetime, perhaps generations, perhaps a hundred years.
Author's note: This story is written for love, with no outline or plans for an ending. Updates whenever inspiration strikes.
Theme: The original ideal
I just copied and sent the previously saved manuscript, and may not continue writing.
Can the male protagonist become Xiao Lai?
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