He was a down-and-out scholarly young man who ransacked his house and became a brothel musician.
He is the reigning Lord Baylor, who forms cliques for personal gain and is cruel and ruthless.
I want to be alone and have nothing to do with the world, but I am getting deeper and deeper into the brothel.
We want to leave but can't let go, we want to get close but can't, whether it is fate that is too malicious or our dreams that are too naive, we must use this method to fulfill the meaning of living.
When I first saw him, you said, "In these eyes, there are fireflies that stray into, stars are scattered, and the heart of a lotus is dew."
Now, winter is approaching and Liuying is dead. Do you think I am dead too?
