An ordinary boy who traveled to a different world became a destitute prince in a declining country. He originally wanted to become a wealthy prince, but was forced step by step to the point of no return. The people he loved left him one by one, and in the end all that was left was a desolate land. Memories are like the night wind, coming but unknown. Time is like pen and ink. It is difficult to draw you and me. I can only outline a vague face.
How to break out of a tight encirclement when surrounded by powerful enemies;
How to stay together with the love of your life regardless of the world;
How to realize your dream of settling down as an adult;
All in turbid flowers
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