Love and trust were never one and the same here, just as love and deception could blend seamlessly together.
They first met at an inn. One glance, their eyes meeting, became eternal. From then on, he could never forget that peerless face, so flamboyant it seemed to burn with the force of life itself.
At a festival in a small town, the other man waved with carefree abandon as he spoke in the wind. From then on, he engraved that night deep in his heart: every eloquent word, every proud and free gesture.
They met again in the imperial palace. The other man sang softly, with skin like jade and bones like ice. From then on, his ears and heart held room only for the man whose powerful singing could paint a maiden's face so beautifully that it could topple a kingdom.
A fleeting glimpse while drinking at a teahouse, unwavering devotion when Tang'er died, tender intimacy as he lowered his eyes to play the qin, stirring grandeur as he claimed the throne... Every scene flowed together like streams joining the sea, settling in its deepest reaches. Only one image remained: the man's brows and eyes, cool and aloof yet touched with shyness, captured in memory in antique gold.
That one cold voice, no longer so cold... "Insolent."
Reason may have fled, but his heart had already fallen.
Though he kept denying it, though he kept avoiding it, he still couldn't escape the inevitable:
He lost a lifetime.
This is a happy ending, one-on-one romance. The main story was completed on September 29. The extra story, "The Roots of Shackles on the Road Home," is currently being updated.
Click here to read: The Roots of Shackles on the Road Home
Everyone's welcome!
[This story may contain triggers. If you haven't brought your trigger warnings, read with caution. If you have comments or suggestions, please speak up! O(∩_∩)O]
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How can Brother Dongfang survive after sleeping for 500 years? He might as well sleep for a few decades. 500 Years is too long. Very nice article
The ending is a bit strange. It feels like I have suddenly returned to modern times, and my mind has not yet changed. If there is no meat, why should we have some broth? ╮(╯_╰)╭
I'm waiting for the update,,, I accidentally clicked in and it ended,, it's such a weird rush →_→ But I'm really looking forward to the extra chapter ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Spreading flowers, I feel a bit rushed, like watching a sideshow
It's over like this. I'm a little reluctant to leave it. There's also the promised h and extras.
Oh la la, waiting for your extra episode~~
Nowadays, beef tendon tastes like chewing leather belt, it is so unpalatable... I went to bed at around 4 o'clock last night, and I had a headache when I woke up in the morning. So the author, please don't stay up late to Q_Q, and don't eat spicy food in the morning, your stomach will hurt, and don't stay in the WC for too long, otherwise your legs will be numb... By the way, this illusion of giving last words is just a swollen bone...
Speaking of which, I rarely see fantasy and beautiful articles with millions of words... The author Da Da's "Devil King's Daddy" by Pangu Nirvana (it's very good, the protagonist is not as stupid as those, so cool (^Q^)] When the author Da Da is bored, you can read it to kill time. If the author Da Da doesn't like fantasy, I have other things to kill time... I'm like an advertiser_||
I'm fucked again. . . Author, I've raised you for so long, it's time for you to repay me on National Day (I'll bite you to death then...
Same as above, add me to the dismemberment list... What can I say, why are you so insistent on refining medicine even if your own life is wasted? Even if it succeeds, wouldn't nothing change if the leader is left behind?