The red-light district, rouge-scented waters, and the heady haze of wine.
Whoever's arms you and I are in now, it has nothing to do with us.
It's not that I don't love you; I don't dare. We missed those first five years, so how can I give myself to you wholeheartedly now, even though you wield great power and I still can't bear to part from you?
Besides, you already have a beautiful wife by your side.
That first love, the final destination, or the most painful forgetting?
Who will the flower fall to in the end?
I return from Yuan to the beginning of Yuan.
