Flowers fall and branches fall, young swallows leave their nests, and there are always too many alternatives.
Yan Yue, the past that is as gorgeous as fireworks is really short-lived and can only be recalled. It's not that you don't love, you can't let go, it's not that you don't hate, that you can't afford to hate.
Is there anyone in the world who is not a king, running around on his own, escaping the fleeting years and secretly changing his beauty, who is whispering in his ears when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. If you are still here...
Fourth elder brother Hongli, no matter how we know each other, how we love each other, fate has never played tricks on anyone. Who personally made this mutual understanding and love become a sharp sword that pierces deeper and more painfully.
The fifth elder brother Hong Zhou, the throne was never his, but he just wanted love, so he gave it all to him. Okay, don't fight, okay, don't think about it, but who can know the extent of the pain in my heart. How can a few absurd funerals compare to a lifetime of absurdity?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
