He is a ninety-five-year-old man, but he spent a hundred years guarding an empty pavilion, waiting for a soul that never returned.
At two hours every day, he stood in front of the gates of Haitang Pavilion and Lengyuan.
The palace people said that His Majesty was stunned, and only the old eunuch knew that he was waiting for Shen Nianci's soul - even if it was just a curse or a punch, it would be fine.
But from black hair to white hair, from prime to old age, he never waited for the girl who called him "Kuro".
Before he died, he had an epiphany: "Nian Nian, maybe you are not crazy and I am not stupid. We are just bound by worldly vision."
He was neither buried in the imperial mausoleum nor in the ice lake. He only chose the crabapple tree three miles outside her tomb.
Three miles away, I don't want to disturb her peace. I just hope that the flowers will bloom next year and she can follow the fragrance to find her Jiulang.
