In the eyes of everyone, he is an invincible king - strategizing in every detail, acting coldly and decisively, and never surrendering to any power in the world.
However, her appearance became the only variable in his life that he could not control. She is proud and independent, like a rose blooming in the wind. The sharp thorns are sharp and hurtful, but the fragrance is intoxicating.
His pursuit of her was as persistent as a hunter chasing the moon. Even though he took every step and made every effort, he repeatedly failed in front of her.
This was not a forceful conquest, but a willing surrender. He swallowed up his pride, lost all his sharpness, and turned into the softest shadow in front of her.
Who will she finally take off her guard and surrender to? And can he, with his attitude as a courtier, win her a startled look back at him?
Intention: After 80, you are not collapsing, but taking root.