The Queen Reborn: Your Highness, Please Bow Your Head

"Yes, it has been almost eight years since we last said goodbye." An Minghan smiled softly.

"If I hadn't gotten married, you would probably never show up!" She suddenly thought of something, "By the way, where is your brother? Didn't he come with you?"

An Minghan's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled softly, "My brother, he is traveling abroad. He must be so happy that he has forgotten all about you!"

"That's it." Mu Yuluo nodded in understanding, the expression on his face briefly becoming solemn.

The dark night was so dark that there was no trace of light. The cold and desolate wind surged under the dark sky, like the scream of the soul in hell.

An Minghan returned home. There were only a few servants in the huge residence.

After a few years, her face was no longer young and innocent. When she returned home, she could finally take off all the disguises. Her smiling face was instantly stained with sadness, and wherever she walked, she was filled with a deep sense of sadness.

of sadness.

She dismissed everyone around her, and as if she had developed a habit over the years, she carefully walked towards the mysterious and hidden wooden door.

The moment she entered, her shoulders showed signs of fatigue.

This is a space filled with peace. No one has entered except her, so no one knows the amazing secrets in this room...

On the front wall of the room, there is a photo of the deceased hanging, and incense is burning around it, using the most traditional way to pay homage to the deceased.

The young man with a bright smile in the photo is none other than Ahn Jun-hee, who disappeared from people's sight for no reason a few years ago.

An Minghan came to the coffin, raised his head, smiled sweetly at the young man in the photo, and said in a narrative tone: "Brother, I went to Yuluo's wedding today, and she is very happy now, by the way.

, she also mentioned you to me. I told her that you were traveling abroad and could not attend. Brother, don’t worry, I will listen to you and keep this secret for the rest of my life. This is our agreement! You will live a very happy life in heaven.

Just be happy!"

Her eyes were bright and firm as she spoke, her nose felt a little sore and her tears flowed uncontrollably. Then she forced a smile and silently left this unique room.

One day a few years ago, Ahn Joon-hee attended a public event. On the way to the elevator after the event, the elevator slipped and fell.

His death was not made public in order to create the illusion that he was alive and well.

In his words, even if you don't appear in front of people when you are alive, you will be cared about no matter where you go, but once you die, even if you are heartbroken, you will be forgotten one day.

For him, it is the greatest happiness that Mu Yuluo can always remember him.

Therefore, Mu Yuluo will never know the news that An Junxi has passed away long ago. An Junxi is still alive and well in her consciousness.

Years later, perhaps when she returns from her midnight dream, she will remember that there was a boy as warm and shallow as cherry blossoms who once used his hands to dance on the black and white keys, just to compose a perfect piece of music for her that carried hope and longing.

An Junxi is destined to be just a passer-by in her life. Even his innate musical talent and his brilliant life are short-lived. Perhaps God has withdrawn its preference for him and allowed him to shine when he is about to shine.

Lost forever...

Destiny is always changed in a special way, and she is the tranquil turning point in An Junxi's life...