The twins of Dali came from the same imperial palace.
My brother, Yun Xinsheng, is gentle and tolerant. He has been in charge of the country for fifteen years and worked hard to manage it, just for a piece of paper to return;
My younger brother, Yun Xinluo, was imprisoned when he was young. He suffered a lot, his bones were broken by cold, and his legs were useless. When he returned, he was left with only loneliness and fear. He was trapped in a wheelchair all day long, silent, and secluded from strangers.
The palace gates are opened, and old friends return.
He is the emperor respected by all people, and the elder brother who hides overwhelming love and bone-crushing guilt.
He is the hostage of the remaining catastrophe. There is no warmth in his eyes, only alienation and cowardice.
After fifteen years of separation, their identities have been reversed, and the scars are hard to heal.
The emperor used his country as his employer and his gentleness as his prison to guard his cold and fearful younger brother in the wheelchair.
Not daring to take a step, not daring to let go even an inch, I just want him to be safe for the rest of his life, even if he can only look at each other from a distance forever.
Purpose: To generate electricity for love