Pei Ye sighed softly as he gazed at the closed light screen for a while, lying down and staring blankly into space.
He thought of Prince Jinyang who had just left; the first time he saw her, she was dressed in a striking red dress, wearing a hard golden mask, standing out like a bright fire in the cold and silent palace.
But the bright colors are not just a sign of confidence and provocation, sometimes they are also a defense, just like the cold gold mask.
The color of fire can warm the body and serve as a reminder for others to keep their distance, that's why she grew up so lonely in this grand hall, without even a maid by her side.
Li Youlong couldn't save Meng'er's leg, and at the same age, she certainly knew she couldn't bear the life of anyone in this hall.
