When we first met, she was a beggar begging on the street.
He is the eldest young master who is admired by all the stars.
They met when they were young, and she always remembered his appearance. He was like jade to a stranger, and he was an unparalleled gentleman in the world.
He rescued her and sent her to the art museum to learn skills. He carved her like a delicate and pure white flower in order to control the crown prince.
The most handsome man in the capital, the ideal in the hearts of thousands of girls.
When he was young, he galloped on the battlefield and returned victorious, just like gold placed in a treasure chest, leaving her out of reach.
And she is a lowly brothel girl.
The two can neither be parallel nor intersect. They are just separated by a Milky Way and occasionally see each other.
It is a short story written from the perspective of the heroine. It may be a bit silly, so if you don't like it, don't read it.
Purpose: I want to write a sadistic drama