In the sunshine, Monica is dressed in a soft fabric dress, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her whole persona gives off a very serene and gentle feeling.

She heard Aaron call out to her, looked back, froze slightly, and then broke into a smile, "Brother."

Sherry's hands were plucked cold.

She hid behind the column, not daring to be seen by Monica.

Aaron wasn't the only one who hated her, and she hated herself.

On the lawn, the man kneels before the girl, his smile gentle and his gaze clear.

If only nothing had happened, Monica would have been the most beloved princess in the world,...