Fallen blossoms leave their branches, fledgling swallows leave the nest. In the end, there are simply too many things we cannot help.
Yan Yue, our past was as brilliant as fireworks, and indeed so brief that all I can do is remember. It's not that I don't love you, but that I can't let go. It's not that I don't hate you, but that I can't bring myself to hate you.
All beneath heaven belongs to the king. I ran and ran, yet could not outrun the years as they quietly stole away your youthful beauty. When my strength is spent and my life flickers out, who will whisper softly by my ear? If only you were still here...
The Fourth Prince, Hongli. What did it mean to know one another? What did it mean to love one another? Fate has never toyed with anyone. Who was it that personally turned that understanding and love into a blade, driving it ever deeper and making the wound ever more painful?
The Fifth Prince, Hongzhou. The throne was never meant for me, but I only wanted someone to love, and somehow you got it all. Fine, I won't fight for it. Fine, I won't think of it. But who can truly know the pain in my heart? What are a few absurd funerals compared to a lifetime of absurdity?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
