He has his world, and she has her family.
From the initial tit-for-tat confrontation, to the subsequent step-by-step confrontation, to the final antagonism, there were no warm scenes worth remembering since he met her. But she still left an unforgettable impression on him - such a woman was either his favorite or his most hated.
Finally standing at the pinnacle of power and status, but facing the worship of all the people and officials, there is only emptiness and loneliness left in my heart.
Holding the power alone and looking down on the world seems to be worthless at this moment.
Is it really wrong? Should I really not give up on her for the sake of the world? Should we really hold her tightly when we first meet and never let her go?
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was no longer there, in a dimly lit place. . . . . .