At the 15th birthday banquet, the little princess in the deep palace, Lin, vaguely felt “love” for the first time. She met her Mr. Clown, she was amused and giggled; she picked off the white rose from her hair and presented it to her Mr. Clown. The young princess can’t control so much, she always wants “love”. Love is something only found in fairy tale books, and love is a treasure never possessed by a tyrannical princess. Even if this “love” is distorted or false, as long as it feels warm to the touch, that’s enough. The little princess knew that she had thought about it once. But… in order to get “love”, in order to be watched by others, the bloody footprints that I have stepped on all the way, are those unreasonable and self-willed behaviors really correct? Every full moon, the unjust dead will walk in the empty palace in the future. They weeped and complained, telling the princess over and over again that they looked back. Now, light or darkness is all up to your choice-but first, judge, which way is “correct” and which one is clean. The rose and the dagger are in your palm.
