Yun Moyu——Why is the incomparably handsome and beloved Moyu young master always unable to feel sad about himself? Why is there always a hint of loneliness in what should be a beautiful piece of music?
There are countless people approaching Mo Yu. Do they cherish his talent, want his life, or are they people who love him? I'm afraid it's hard to tell...
"You are truly a piece of warm and smooth black jade, noble and elegant."
"You want to be as clean and noble as the clouds in the sky, but I am as dirty as black jade."