Twenty years old, famous in the city, he devoted his life to tenderness. He never believed that Jiangnan was good, but he broke the pear blossoms and reflected his sorrow in the evening. . . . . . . You see, he gently held his hand, which was slightly larger than his, and traced his palm along the lines of his palm with his long, jade-white fingers, which made his palm feel slightly itchy. . . . What do you want to do? Or what do you want to do? You are the most powerful person in the world, the lord of a country, yet you are so ridiculous. You issued a decree not allowing me to get married and banning me from the palace. . . . . . . The green shirt is indifferent, but I will devote myself to you in the end. . . .