He is as gentle as jade, handsome and elegant, and his white clothes are not stained by dust.
His purple robe is noble and indifferent, and his eyes are cold and condensed.
He is his master, but more importantly, he is a brother who has been stained with blood. But, why, the original innocence has changed, and everything can no longer go back.
"Palace Master, I will be by your side until one day you no longer need me."
A forbidden love, a deep lovesickness.
(Er... This is a master-servant article)
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