Years of illness had turned into an illness, and there was no cure in the world except for you.
- Chen Qingyu
The first time he saw her was when he was in his teens.
The little girl was like a porcelain doll. Her small face was white, like white jade soaked in water, and her lips were bright red.
The most beautiful part of her was her large eyes, which blinked occasionally.
At first, he thought that this little girl was quite fun to play with, so he picked her up.
The teenager lowered his eyes, his slender white fingers supporting his chin as he thought indifferently.
Such a little kid.
It's good to take it back and raise it.
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Those few days were the most unforgettable days of his life.
So, she was the ninth Princess?
He let go of her hand for the first time and fled in a hurry. That moment of coldness was just to cover up the chaos in his heart.
