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
