He was the most useless of all six princes in the capital, possessing nothing but a peerless, handsome face. He spent his days lost in brothels and pleasure quarters, and surely no woman in the world could hold on to his fickle heart. Little did anyone know, his hidden depths were unmatched.
See how the famed General of Flowers of the world of splendor manages to tame this two-faced Sixth Prince and make him hers!
I often wonder: What kind of love could make someone rush to the side of the one they love, even with an arrow through their heart, at the very threshold of death?
