[The saint who died in vain & the abandoned son of the royal family]
I am the remaining bargaining chip, and my memories are all lies.
My beauty is all trauma, my pain is wandering.
I'm back to the starting point, back to the original place of my life.
Once again, I was bound by a fixed frame, unable to escape or break free.
Poor saints only deserve freedom that ends in death.
What disappoints them is that I have not sunk, let alone given up.
Tip: First person, the heroine will do whatever it takes to climb up.
Purpose: People always make mistakes, and then they can change
