There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart. The heart has died, and the blood and tears appear. Goddess of loneliness, please give me the power to condense blood and tears.
The prince and the knight have the same pride, the same domineering, and the same handsomeness. They also protect the beautiful princess and love her equally. But the prince can own the princess openly, but the knight can only guard her silently. No, she is not his, she is his, but the proud prince will be willing again. That is fate, the princess is his. . . .
Princess said: Maybe knowing you is the beginning of misfortune, but I will let the misfortune continue. . .