Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Nightingale

The oldest Chinese palace houses the most beautiful things in the world. There lived a nightingale. Her singing voice was melodious and moving, and everyone who heard it said it was the most beautiful voice in the world. ——"Andersen's Fairy Tales: The Nightingale" "Can you dance?" Mia never expected that the person who extended her hand to her at that grand ball was actually the noble princess. She held out her hand timidly. Kristina looked into her brown eyes as clear as a deer, smiled softly, and led her onto the dance floor. The long golden hair and the black hair are intertwined and flying, as if fate is quietly entangled as they rotate. Mia, who comes from a mysterious country in the East, has always been out of place in this land. In addition, she was the adopted daughter of the high priest, so people feared her, were suspicious of her, and deliberately stayed away from her. Only Kristina. She will smile at her, accompany her, and stand firmly by her side when everyone else retreats. But gradually, Mia became dissatisfied. She wanted more than just friends. She wanted to monopolize her eyes, her smile, everything about her. It was as if there was a greedy beast dormant in his heart, opening his bloody mouth and wanting to completely take possession of the person in front of him. "Mia... I only have you." Kristina leaned into her arms gently, her voice so soft that it was almost a whisper. Mia tightened her arms as if hugging a lost treasure. But I didn't see—— The princess lowered her eyes and slowly raised the corners of her lips into a meaningful smile. Who was moved first? Who it is, has already laid out the plan. Copywriting screenshot 070526 Intention: The hope of life is also the pursuit of freedom