Four years ago, they met for the first time, and after a night of madness, he ran away.
Four years later, when we met again, he ran away again.
He only knew that he had been scummed, but he could never find the person who wanted to make him crumble...
The identity of the king and his subjects, confusion and confusion, a game of chasing and being chased begins. I wonder, who captured whom? Is it his life? Or is it his heart?
PS: This article contains two stories.
