Brilliant colors suddenly filled the dark sky, and the silent city seemed to be alive again. The firelight softened the backs of the people in front of him with warm colors. Bai Li squinted his eyes and looked carefully.
The person in front of him stopped, turned around, looked at Bai Li, smiled lightly, and said, "I'm Chu Yanhuan in the capital."
He paused, touched the head of the boy with eyes as wide as a deer, and said slowly, "Would you like to come back to Beijing with me and let me take care of you?"
The mystery between teenagers and young people carries infinite temptation. Against the backdrop of the colorful fireworks, even the corners of his eyebrows seem to have a reassuring feeling. Bai Li seems to be able to hear his own heartbeat and the sound of returning without thinking.
"Okay."
Will you take care of me?
Maybe.
"The past three years may be just a short period of time for you to quell a coup, but for me? It is a long period of time. I have to use blood to remember hatred in my heart every day. I cannot sleep peacefully on the pillow every night. I tell myself over and over again that the person who ruined my family is the one who promised to take care of me. How ironic it is to be a person all your life! And what are you doing, trying your best to hold on to the throne that you have finally obtained, and using false lies to whitewash peace? How can you say this is fair? Ask yourself, have you ever put me in your heart, and have you ever considered me at all? "
"I have begged you, begged you, and even put aside my dignity to beg you, but where did you put me then? Where do you want me to put you now?"