The ambitious tyrant had no expectations for love, but fate arranged for him to fall in love with a man who had already forgotten his love.
Want to conquer, want to own, even at the expense of subverting the world,
But it still couldn't leave a trace of ripples in his eyes as quiet as still water.
On a moonlit night in March in the south of the Yangtze River, he met him, and his red clothes became the blood and tears that he could not shed in his heart.
He is so in love, maybe he has never been in love before...
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