In the 19th Dynasty of ancient Egypt, an illegitimate son who came out of the slums was climbing to the pinnacle of power step by step.
He is gentle and humble, and treats others like a spring breeze - but everyone forgets that a true hunter never shows his fangs.
He was respectful to his brother in the court, turned around and sent him to his grave.
He told everyone that he didn't care about the female scribe, but he passed by the corridor in front of her every night.
He gave her the empire's most secret military report to translate, and he also carved her location on the defense map with a dagger.
——The comment only has two words: "Don't move."
"Leave her alone. She's mine."
Everyone thought that his heart was made of stone.
Until that day, he was sitting at her door covered in blood, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper: "It's not yet dawn."
She locked his suicide note in the deepest part of the drawer - there was only one name on it, written in red ink.
Her name.
Purpose: Dedicated to the love that has never been spoken