This memory.
It is about a promise made at some point.
A story from a time when things were less than they are now.
We were both young.
A time when we didnât know anything, watching the falling snow, and the memory of when we didnât hate it.
[The princess read about this in a book this time.]
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Even though I spoke to her every day, she only responded as if it was bothersome.
Still, the girl was happy and kept talking to the boy.
[They say people from Zhongyuan are really impressive.]
[Suddenly?]
When the girl brought up Zhongyuan, the boy showed a bit of reaction.
The girl knew.
It was a reaction born from the boy not being able to hide his irritation.
But it was okay.
Even this kind of conversation, the girl was fine with it.
[It said so in the book.]
[What book did you read this time?]
[Meeting the most beautiful woman in Zhongyuan, the first daughter of the Binggong family.]
[...]
This was the name of a book the maids secretly enjoyed reading.
It was a book the girl had recently been very immersed in.
Upon hearing this, the boy frowned, as if he had heard something wrong.
[Isnât that a banned item?]
Things related to Zhongyuan were prohibited from being brought to the North Sea.
So the boy asked if this was such a case.
[Ah!]
The girl shouted at the boy as if she was suddenly angry.
[This was written directly in the North Sea! Itâs not something from Zhongyuan!]