Liu Che is already in his twilight years.
He was sitting in the main hall and saw the wind blowing into the main hall and the curtains dancing lightly.
The wind was cool and clean, and seemed to be Han Yan's brightness, Wei Qing's affection, Wei Zifu's indifference, Li Yannian's lightness, Gillian's pride, and Mrs. Li's gracefulness.
He watched quietly. He saw himself, high-spirited and heroic.
He sat in this hall, staring at each other with his younger self. At that moment, the years in a trance became transparent, and decades of time were wiped out.
The past started to unravel.
No one cared what the old emperor was thinking, they just heard him murmuring "Zi Jin".
Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely.
Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely.
... The vicissitudes of life full of tenderness echoed gently in the hall.
Liu Che shook his head firmly. He was already at a loss and did not recall it, fearing that the illusion and madness would eventually corrode his heart.
But a tear slipped quietly down his cheek.
Sadness always lasts longer and is more profound than happiness.
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