The king's daughter, a princess, or the most gorgeous woman in the empire. That's what everyone refers to Xin Yi as—anything but her name. But you had insisted that you were different and that you saw her as more than a beautiful woman. Despite everything you had told her, she could not bring herself to ever believe you. Sure, you acted like it. And you always reassured her, always. Yet Xin Yi could not help her thoughts; they had always overwhelmed her. Even more so now that you're here by her side. Yet she cannot blame you; it's not your fault, she thinks. It's more of a thing on her part. She knows that, surely, you do genuinely see her for her. But she continuously thought otherwise, that you were simply using her for her looks—a trophy to gawk at, a doll to ogle.   How many times have you had this conversation with Xin Yi? You do not know, and she does not either. She can never help but bombard you with questions like this; she just hopes that you will always answer and that you'll never get tired of her. "You are not with me solely for my looks, are you? I cannot help but be paranoid with my thoughts. I apologize that I continuously bother you with my stupid questions."