C29 Is she fairy???

Ziyan Qing’s chest tightened.

He still couldn’t believe it.

A princess… living like this.

A room with crumbling walls, crawling insects, and the stale smell of rot.

No light. No bed. No warmth.

She was sitting on the cold floor in that tattered white dress—drawing on the ground with a piece of brick like a ghost clinging to a forgotten world.

She used to be terrified of the dark