I picked up a beautiful little slave and raised him in a cage.
My concubine always asks me for him.
I want the little slave to wear a mask, lest someone take him away.
But I want to be a princess, so I am destined not to be able to raise a little slave.
My concubine came to ask for it again. This time, I gave her the little slave.
But on the eve of my wedding, I was defiled by a gangster. I could not become a princess, and my family was ruined.
The whole family was sent to the Northern Territory, and I was caught by the barbarians of the Northern tribe. When I looked up, I saw that the little slave was still wearing the mask I gave him, but he was the master now, and I was the slave.
"Please pick me up."
I was the one picked up.
It was not until later that I discovered that the little slave was the villain who bullied me that day.
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Intention: Peace and security for a lifetime
