The second year of Xuanze. July.
He stood on top of the imperial city. The plain white clothes were blown up by the wind.
The cool autumn wind made him cough slightly.
Bend down. My hands weakly supported the cold wall.
The maid saw this and wanted to get closer. But he waved him back.
He stayed in this position for a long time before relaxing his brows slightly.
Like a sigh. Blown away.
Outside the city walls. Far away. A vast expanse.
Can't even see anything.
He thought. This is probably the last thing I can do.
Spent half my life leaning on the bed. Now there is...
There was another hoarse cough.
The maid on the side ignored his obstruction. Determined to help him.
He couldn't break free.
Like preaching.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. I tasted a fishy smell in my throat.
Murmured.
The maid was stunned. Said in surprise.
He just shook his head. His face became paler.
Looking far away. There. It's really like snow and fog. And it seems. Another world.
The second year of Xuanze. August.
It seems that the previous dynasty fell.