He forgot about him for three years. He waited for him for three years.
He who forgets is an emperor. The person waiting is the imperial physician.
On the night of the reunion, the amnesiac emperor said: "I am not waiting for you to cure me. I am waiting for you."
The returning man said nothing. Because he knew that he didn't have much time left.
There was an undercurrent surging in the court, and he blocked it in the dark for him. He thought he was just an imperial doctor, but he didn't know that he had already entrusted his life to him.
One night, they worshiped the heaven and the earth under the moon. There were only two red candles, a glass of combined wine, and lips that accidentally touched each other.
That was the only time they were a couple.
Later, he pushed him to others with his own hands.
He died in his arms. He didn't know until the end how many things he had lied to him about.
Later, the emperor went crazy. I forgot who I was, I forgot about the country, I forgot about the country, I forgot about that name. But he is waiting for someone every day.
It's just that he has been waiting all his life, and he doesn't know who he is waiting for.
Intention: Love lasts longer than forgetting, but is weaker than death.