Ruo Qing reached out and touched his rare light-colored pupils, and said softly: "But Qing'er wants to accompany Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu seems very lonely here."
Nalan Zhi stroked the corners of his brows and eyes with pity, "With Qing'er here, Uncle Jiu will not be lonely."
At that time, the years were like a song, and the green bamboo horses stayed with each other...
He once said that he was willing to do everything he could to protect him, even if he had to bear the burden of the world for it. However, God's will played a trick on people, and he actually took away the kingdom that belonged to him with his own hands...
How can a fallen king stand upright? How can he return to the vast sea of people...
He stood in the lonely palace, heartbroken...
Who was it that comforted my heart and drove me into silence all my life...
Who could abandon me and leave me alone for the rest of my life...
Qing'er, Qing'er, would you like to see me again in this life...