He is a prince, aloof and has never known what love is.
He is a secret guard, as humble as dust. He has loved and suffered for ten years.
The prince didn't understand what it meant to feel distressed—until the person he had injured so badly jumped into the abyss with a smile in front of him.
"Master, I will protect you for the last time."
He was not dead, but the person who rescued him told him that he could let go.
But every time it rained on a cloudy day, the bones all over his body ached as if they were about to break. Those whip marks, stick wounds, and unprovoked punishments had long been engraved into his bones and blood, along with that person's features, for the rest of his life.
When we meet again, the road to pursuing my wife is long.
The prince exchanged his body for bones, exchanged blood for blood, and healed his old injuries after a narrow escape, but he himself fell into an incurable disease.
He was tied up and tortured, and his body was covered with bruises but he would never reveal his whereabouts - "What will he do if I die? I have to stay with him for the rest of my life."
In the wedding night, the prince would rather be suppressed for the rest of his life.
He was covered in bruises, but he smiled happily.
Lovers, don't miss it anymore.
It hurt you before, but now it's me.
