He is an emperor, sitting on the throne of the world. He has won the disputes in the court, the game of military power, and everything in the world. However, he only lost to the people he failed with his own hands and the irreparable past.
After a long silence, he slowly raised his hand, his voice low and hoarse, with endless loneliness and compromise: "Okay."
Intention: Falling in love and killing each other but getting sweeter and sweeter