Ten years ago, my words caused Langwu to lose his life. Ten years later, I became a prisoner, and Langwu became nine thousand years old, inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. He forced me to dance coquettishly in front of everyone and bark like a dog, but I couldn't do what he wanted. I was tenacious and unyielding. How bloody his journey was, and how gloomy his whole person was. The more it makes me pure and innocent, untainted by mud. Later, he became angry and reached out tremblingly to touch my face. "I will hold you with you even if you go to hell. Don't even think about leaving." I replied with a smile, "Okay." But after his death, he restored my identity as the eldest princess. Give me a high position and great power, give me prosperity. Only he didn't let me accompany him on the road to hell.
