Preface
People always look back at the past at the end of their lives. Looking at this life, the past persistence and now seeing through are like a dream. That person may be just a passerby in his life, but it makes his life ups and downs. The so-called success is also a failure, and even in the end, he will turn his father and son against each other, causing them to betray their relatives.
He once thought that if he had not met him, their fate would have been different. There would be no Six Woe Canglong in this world, there would be no meeting between Leng Feng and Can Yue, there would be no Zi Yao Dynasty, and there would be no subsequent betrayal and murder.
It's just that there is no if, everything is doomed, he will become a king or lose. It's not that he can't afford to lose, but the loss is too tragic, so tragic that he never wants to have it again, so he said to the young man that love is something that cannot be gambled and hurt. If he had a choice, he would rather not see Lonely Marquis again in his next life.
If there is an afterlife, I won't see it.
When the young man handed the person who had lost his warmth in his arms to him and conveyed this sentence, he didn't say anything. He just took him back to the cliff they had been to, greeted the first ray of sunshine that was coming, and slightly lowered his head to overlook the China at his feet. Then he kissed the forehead of the person in his arms, whispered softly, if there is an afterlife, I hope to see you again, and then continued the unfinished fate between you and me in this life. It's a good thing, my misfortune emperor.
The rising sun cast the first ray of sunshine in the morning, which reflected on the face of the person in his arms. Vaguely, he only felt that his features were picturesque, just like that child back then...