I Was Falsely Accused Of Attempting To Kill My Younger Sister, Who Was Worshipped As A Saintess.
There Was Not A Single Person Who Believed In Me, Nor Was There A Person Who Stood Up For Me.
Not Even My Blood-Related Family.
I Was 14 Years Old, And It Was Winter.
I, Who Was Edenbell’s Fourth Princess, Was Miserably Beheaded In Front Of The Masses.
After The End Of My Death, I Awoke And What Came Was…
“My Baby, My Precious Younger Sister.”
With A Delightful Smile, He Held My Small Fingers.
That Warm Gesture, Warmth, And Touch.
He Sang Me A Lullaby As He Held Me Gently And Swayed. Alternative Name 다시 한 번, 빛 속으로
