A traitor proclaims himself emperor, and a young military advisor with strange eyebrows proposes to forcefully move centuries-old peonies into the garden to gather the king's aura. On a moonlit night, there was a whisper in the garden. The man in red was wearing a heavy shackles and looked solemn. In front of him was a swordsman in green kneeling.
After a long separation, we met in a hurry. Little did he know that things had changed and the past had become empty.
Adapted from Weibo-Dongting Fujun's short story;
Thanks to the cover made by Chacha, a fleeting summer picture shop~
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