Being born in an imperial family is destined to not be able to feel the love and affection like ordinary people in this life. Many years later, I have been missing the way I first met him, his words "A gentleman never takes away from others' favor", and his smile that was like bathing in the sunshine in winter.
When I think about him, I laugh, feel pain, hate, and love. I love him more than I hate him, and so does he. However, there are too many things separating us that cannot be easily overcome. Just two dynasties have destined me to hate him to the end in my life.
Love is simple but difficult for us. Hatred can change everything. It will eventually make us unable to love, do not understand love and are afraid of love. I often think, it would be better if there was no misunderstanding, it would be better if this misunderstanding is cleared up. Then we won't have to torture each other anymore, and maybe we will start our own family and have our own children. But all this was just a fantasy after all, and those misunderstandings happened after all.
Love, hate, and hatred are boundless, and life and death have nothing to do with each other from now on.
Concept: fictional novel