"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
From the depths of her soul, a silent call unleashed the longing caged within her heart, so abrupt and without warning.
Her heart couldn't bear the sudden flood of emotions and nearly tore apart!
Scenes from the past surfaced in her mind, that sweetness tearing at her heart with relentless hands.
The dull ache of being torn apart, so vivid.
She didn't cry, yet it was this silent shedding of tears that was even more sorrowful.
The television broadcasted items from the ancient tomb in a rough manner.
Rows of clothes hung on the wall, all worn by her.
The dressing table held various jewelry, all used by her.
That eyebrow pencil had been bestowed by him.
Her eyebrows were faint, and whenever he had free time, he would draw them for her.
Born into the imperial family, she was not meant to indulge in such depths of affection, but for her, he put aside the Imperial Harem, bestowing upon her his exclusive favor.
