Passionate people always have worries, and ruthless people always let down.
As a prince, he has tenderness in his eyes, and his tenderness falls on the young master in brocade clothes.
As a solitary guest, he traveled thousands of miles and came here from nowhere. He had only one last resort reason.
Love and hate, life and death, the entanglement between two people eventually becomes an incomprehensible dream.
How can this love and hatred be eliminated? Only the falling flowers know.
Conception:
I like it, come on, don't cheat
Damn, I like you so much