Introduction:
Who says childhood sweethearts must be love? The green plum tastes sour and the bamboos are bent. When we meet, we either fight or kick. I am the third lady of the General's Mansion. When I entered the Royal Mansion at the age of twelve, I hid my wits and pretended to be cowardly, but my heart was sharpening its sabre. He is domineering, but he has provoked me again and again. I don't love him, and I don't know who is loving me. I only know that the person I love hurts me again and again, and I am like a moth to the fire. If love is not available, just let go and give up persistence. But who wants to escape, but continue countless lingering. Since you love me, why don't you keep it in your heart? "The Princess Wants to Escape" and "The World of Fame" have ended. They are all sisters of this article.
