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Two indistinguishable faces made her his prisoner slave. Treated coldly and imitated cruelly, just to become a chess piece, crossing the chessboard. He gave her love and hate, but he could not give her love. She gave him warmth and tears but only avoided resentment. In troubled times and strife, we look at each other but can no longer pick up our broken faces. Looking back, she is no longer her, but she is still her. In this life, who is whose lover?

She was stunningly beautiful, and should have been loved by thousands of people, but she suffered a lot because of her bizarre life experience. He was cold, charming and ruthless. He was originally free and arrogant, but he gave everything he had because of her appearance. A deal made the two of them get engaged, but little did they know that this was the beginning of the conspiracy behind them. The covetous Princess Gongmen, the scheming childhood sweetheart, and the cold-faced shadow guard who is silent and silent, who is the real murderer behind the scenes? [Is this the love you keep saying? ] His voice was hoarse and could not stop the blood lotus everywhere. Like? It's just a joke. ] Lies against one's will cannot stop the bitterness and grief. A lifetime of entanglements and power intrigues. What you call eternity is, after all, I don't know how far away it is...

She was stunningly beautiful, and should have been loved by thousands of people, but she suffered a lot because of her bizarre life experience. He was cold, charming and ruthless. He was originally free and arrogant, but he gave everything he had because of her appearance. A deal made the two of them get engaged, but little did they know that this was the beginning of the conspiracy behind them. The covetous Princess Gongmen, the scheming childhood sweetheart, and the cold-faced shadow guard who is silent and silent, who is the real murderer behind the scenes? [Is this the love you keep saying? ] His voice was hoarse and could not stop the blood lotus everywhere. [Like? It's just a joke. ] Lies against one's will cannot stop the bitterness and grief. A lifetime of entanglements and power intrigues. What you call eternity is, after all, I don't know how far away it is...

Two indistinguishable faces made her his prisoner slave. Treated coldly and imitated cruelly, just to become a chess piece, crossing the chessboard. He gave her love and hate, but he could not give her love. She gave him warmth and tears but only avoided resentment. In troubled times and strife, we look at each other but can no longer pick up our broken faces. Looking back, she is no longer her, but she is still her. In this life, who is whose lover?