He is the Nine-Five Lord, and I am his old person.
In my previous life, I helped him climb up from the mud, but he abandoned me in the dust.
The old lamp went out, and I died with hatred, leaving only one sentence: "I will not enter the palace in the next life."
Once he was reborn, he returned to the starting point, full of regret, and wanted to protect me in his palms.
But I was already heartbroken.
His belated affection is nothing but a shackle for the rest of my life.
In the entanglement between the two lives, in the end, he chases and I escape. There is no turning back.
