And they were about to get married. It would be the 19th of next month, and the meaning would last for a long time. They would even invite her imperial brother as a witness and invite her to the wedding.
These were like countless sharp swords, stabbing her heart again and again. What made her feel even more uncomfortable was that holding her heart and touching these sharp swords was the same as sending herself to her death.
The more she thought about it, the more her tears fell. Her pillow was wet, but she did not feel anything. She could not sleep through the night and cried until dawn. Her heart ached so much that she wanted to die, but she still felt that the two of them were too compatible. It was as if apart from each other, neither of them was compatible with the other.
