Sure enough, for a woman in love, except for him, all the people who are similar to him become the objects that she will look at.
"Ah, it's okay," she smiled awkwardly, lifted up her long skirt and walked forward. In fact, she also felt that this skirt was really too long, and it became a burden to her. However,
She is a princess, and some choices are not hers to decide.
Others are envious of her, but no one knows what she wants most. A beloved man does not need any identity, just that she likes him and he likes him too.
I don't know if her wish can be realized.
"Look, that's our princess, how noble and beautiful she is," Lotte stood up with a group of people, still holding a rag in her hand, she stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from her head.
, Sure enough, her new hairstyle has made many people feel strange. They have laughed and ridiculed it, but she still keeps this hairstyle because, this way, it will make her feel safer.
Yes, it is safer. Although she has not seen the second prince again, the chance of her meeting him is very slim, and the chance of him noticing her will be even less. However, she is still willing to make herself like this,
She can be uglier, as long as no one notices her.
"Actually, she is also very beautiful. If her hair is longer and her life is better, maybe she will be very good." The person next to her pointed at Lotte, and Lotte lowered her head. She didn't know why they brought up the topic again.
When it comes to her, she suffered a lot with her mother before she was born. When she was born, she was thrown away and almost froze to death. She is finally a big girl and enjoys it.
Everyone's love, but another storm, turned her into a lowly slave now.
I can't go home and I can't see my family.
"She is just like a mute. She doesn't quite understand what we say. How can she compare with our princess? It's just that she looks a little bit different, but she is just a slave."
Lotte's head lowered, and she sighed softly. No, she could already hear it clearly, because the woman she often looked at, Fianna, had been teaching her the language of this country.
, she is not stupid, she can completely understand what they say, but she is not very good at speaking.
Sometimes here, too much words lead to mistakes, and it is not a bad thing to be mute.
"Okay, stop talking. We are going to work. Otherwise, if others see it, everyone will stop eating at night," someone said, and everyone began to stop talking, because no one will need them here.
The voices, their voices are superfluous, their hands are only needed here.
They just need to work and they can talk, but they absolutely cannot stop working.
Lotte followed everyone. Her uneven hair was ugly. She turned back and looked at the carpet over there again.
They would be able to meet each other soon. She believed, she really believed that as long as she saved enough money, then she could leave here and go back to find her family.
After a day's work, everyone was tired and hungry. Lotte leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes and breathed carefully. After letting her body rest enough, she walked to the kitchen.
, tired and hungry, she took two pieces of bread and walked towards the direction where she often went. After handing one piece of bread to Fianna, she sat directly on the ground and ate it in small bites.
Another steamed bun.
"Lotte, what's going on with your hair?" Fianna stared at Lotte's extremely short hair strangely. In fact, there were only a few areas where it was cut, as if it had been gnawed by a dog.
"I did it myself," Lotte put her fingers on her hair. Her short hair could no longer feel the lightness and softness of Zeng Jin. At this time, it only felt prickly.
"Would this be safer?" She touched her head and smiled sheepishly. They all said that her appearance would be very conspicuous, because here, she is the only one with pure black hair, and she is the only one with pure black hair.
That's what she needs. She doesn't want to attract attention or be noticed. She just wants to save enough money to get out of here alive.
"Well," Fianna felt her eyes sore, "it's indeed safe, but it just doesn't look good."
Lotte just smiled and continued to sit on the ground and eat bread. However, she had always forced a smile. She was not willing to let herself be like this, but it was just that there was no other way.
It will grow out soon, and Lotte will be beautiful by then. Fianna comforted her softly, thinking that she was sad about this matter.
Lotte shook her head and stood up from the ground, "There's nothing wrong with me, this..." She touched her hair, "I don't regret it, not at all."
It's best not to be noticed. If someone is noticed, no one knows what kind of accident will happen, and the last thing she needs now is an accident.
"I'm going out to work, and I'll come back in the evening," she patted her clothes and wiped the dirt off them.
Fianna still held the half-eaten piece of bread in her hand. She looked at her left figure and sighed softly. Now she is no longer the princess she used to be. She can't even save herself, let alone
Don't talk about saving others, if her child is still there, that's fine.
She looked at the ring on her hand. She didn't know if her son was still alive. Until now, their country only had an acting king, not a real king, because the country had chosen her Fianna's son. However,
, but now she is locked up here in the dark, and her son is also missing.
Lotte held a large stone in her hand. She held it with difficulty, and her whole shoulder hurt terribly. However, there was no distinction between men and women, and there was no age distinction between them. There was only constant pain.
Work, go to work.
"Just put this here," someone directed them. Lotte put down the stone in her hand. She stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat on her head. The clothes on her body were already soaked. When the wind blew, she felt cold.
It made her shiver. She looked at this garden. It was said that it was prepared for the princess to paint, and they had to complete it as soon as possible.
She looked at the people in the distance. It was obviously the palace, but why was it so backward? There were no communication tools.
Lotte bent her waist and moved another piece. She didn't need to ask any more questions, she just needed to do something. If she didn't work and didn't have food to eat, she would starve to death, and she was very good. They wanted her.
Just do whatever you want? She didn't run away because she knew she couldn't escape.
She had run away before and was caught and beaten very painfully. She was most afraid of pain. But that time, she did not cry or shed a single tear.