Death of Loved Ones
The Last Moon
Everyone knows I am merely a stand-in for the Northern Liang Crown Prince’s true love.
To coax a smile from him, I would don his beloved’s favorite dancing silks and dance until my feet were raw with bloody blisters.
To shield him from harm, I would take an assassin’s blade without a second thought.
The Crown Prince once remarked, “In the bedchamber, she at least has some use.”
The people sneered at me: “How shameless, doing anything just to claw her way to the title of Crown Princess.”
I remained silent, as I always have.
Because-
The Crown Prince? He is a substitute, too.
I’m Not Your Second Choice
On Xu Anran’s wedding day, my lover jumped from the eighteenth floor.
When I opened the door to his studio, it was filled with portraits of Xu Anran.
The brushstrokes were rough and intense, yet carried the fervor of his boundless love.
A friend said, “Shen Qingqie loved Anran for ten years. She was his only light.”
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Shen Qingqie being cornered by the school bully in the classroom. I silently closed the door.
Later, he knocked on my window in the rain, his voice hoarse and full of despair.
“Ranran, don’t you want me anymore…?”
