You call me an idiot, but I call you pure and innocent, with deep infatuation.
You know that this royal temple devours people's hearts, but look at me coming to this cold and desolate world with sincerity in my heart.
Rong, a little girl, doesn't know who is holding the chess piece or who is using it. She allows you to put me on the chessboard and move around.
The passionate love between daughters in the beautiful boudoir, the blood-soaked battle for the right to inherit the rightful daughter on the palace walls, and the promise of life and death together hand in hand.
I can withstand the phoenix's nirvana, stand high in the sky, and feel free to be free from the worldly dirt.
Intention: Why do we need to know ourselves?