Falling in the Snow Together, Sharing the Same White Hair

When Laura left, she turned and glanced at me. She was so malicious.

I didn't know why she hated me so much.

In my previous life, I believed she was my good sister. Her sudden accusation made me suffer from the exclusion of people in the palace.

She had always been the beloved little princess of the King, while I was not even as good as someone common.

I was not favored, and I lost her as my support.

I was like struggling alone on a suspension bridge on a cliff.

I tried to beg Laura to forgive me. I didn't know what I had done wrong.

But she smiled innocently, held my hands, and pointed the knife at herself.

Since then, both the King and Kellan Shawn had been hating me.

Just like now, Kellan came to my palace to find me and accused me of framing Laura.

I looked at him. He was my husband, who had been with me for five years in my previous life. I found his face both familiar and strange.

My life abroad taught me how to defend myself. Kellan taught me what it meant to no longer love someone.

Just like every time, he looked at Laura through me.

All his gentle words and kind manners were for Laura.

All his paranoia and hatred were for me.

"Do you think it was me who hurt her after you checked my injury and her injury?"

Kellan stared at me and said, "If she says she's in pain, then she's in pain."

My heart was in pain again, but I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

I remembered Laura proudly saying in front of me, "If I say it was you who stole it, then it was."

Such unreasonable favoritism rendered her so noble.

I tried every method to climb up from the bottom, but I couldn't beat her.

I couldn't help but sigh, thinking, "Kellan, your love for her is so majestic and profound."

I realized one thing too.

All my words were just unnecessary explanations.

I no longer argued with Kellan, asking the servants to send him away.

When he left, he wanted to take away my white hairpin.

He said it belonged to Laura.

But it belonged to my mother.