During the Daliang period, Yun Sheng, the dancer of Zuiyue Tower, captivated the city with her dance, but she was an assassin who came to take people's lives.
The crown prince Yin Linyuan saw through her disguise at a glance, threw out his jade pendant and locked her to him. "You are my thing, you can't run away." He is domineering, crazy, and arrogant, thinking that if he can catch it, he will be able to keep it.
But the one who really couldn't escape was his younger brother Yin Jichuan.
The boy who squatted in the shadows, walked silently, and never let anyone get close, could read minds, knew spells, and was haunted by the heart-eating poison planted by his father. The world called him a "damp ghost", saying that the room he stayed in would become cold, and those who looked at him would have nightmares.
Su Yingxue is not afraid of him. She was the first person not afraid of him.
He bit the pill into pieces and passed her mouth to mouth, held the blade of the knife in front of her with his bare hands, and cried "I like you too" in the rain of arrows. Before he died, he wrote on her palm one stroke at a time -
Don't cry. I am here. Don't be afraid.
She guarded an empty yard and cooked porridge for twenty years, adding two spoons of sugar every day. His note was pressed against the edge of the bowl. The handwriting was crooked, but the strokes were so hard that they seemed to be carved into the bones.
"No one in his life is afraid of him except me. You are the first." - "So don't say sorry anymore. Living well is the best reward for him."
The flowers bloom and fade, the porridge is cold and hot. Some people die in the spring, while others wait under the locust tree all their lives.
"Don't cry."
"... I can't do it."
SadomasochismMind ReadingBE AestheticsYour tears will not be in vain.
