"If one day I die, just let me go quietly alone... I can't afford to bother anymore."
The white horse passes by, and time flies by. The way he used to kneel with bare feet, and the aloofness and nobility in front of him, he no longer recognizes, and he no longer wants to recognize. A vague smile can be seen among the colorful light and shadow, even the peonies are not as gorgeous as one ten thousandth.
Zheng Daiyuan, even if you become a king, do you understand the pain of a king?
The snow fell heavily and did not stop for several days. I heard your call, I saw your struggle, Zheng Daiyuan.
But it's too late.
You just left. He curled up like he was afraid of the cold when he was a child.
Not afraid. Not afraid. "Don't be afraid. If I hold you... You won't be cold anymore."