He remembers the night rain in Lin'an, where a deposed prince wanders through its narrow alleys, with the deposed Crown Prince of Zhou following behind him.
The scholar in a blue robe, wearing a wooden hairpin, tells the person behind him that he wants to show him the splendor and riches of Dongjing, and the dawn blossoms and trailing willows of the Qinhuai River.
The person behind him replies in halting Chinese that he would love to go, and promises to show him the whistling north winds of the desert and its lonely blood-red moon.
Their fated future will take them around the world, before they finally grow old together in Lin'an.
Don't be afraid that something happened in real life.
It feels pretty good. Why haven't you updated it yet? Oh, I haven't heard of your update yet. I know you've retired.
Both of them have something to say.
Damn it, Zhao Duan, where is your moral integrity? Actually took the initiative to kiss him again?
Damn, I can't click on the next chapter, woo woo woo...
Zhao Duan... Finally relented.
Damn, I feel like crying every time I read a new chapter
I would like to take the liberty to ask, author, when will you become more prosperous?
You are a little angel, so don't give it to Chen, okay?
Damn, is this article HE or BE?