"Jingliu, The Lonely Princess of the Xianzhou, lifted her gaze directly to those eyes she once appreciate with her soul and heart, the Princess hands remind gentle and elegant in her own desk, her hand holding tight the old pen with some shock in her red eyes; the sorrow and nostalgia showing through the minutes."
*"Who looks more sadder now, Jingliu asks herself while gazing at her, once, past ex-lover."*
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"The surprised tone of voice in Jingliu's, only hurting both women."