He was a bodyguard, all his life. But I prefer to call him son.
Nalan Rongruo. Just like a broken and indifferent shadow, looming but everywhere.
To that emperor, Nalan was just his Xuan Ye's Nalan. Where is Nalan? What should he do?
Love is deep and long-lived, and love is sad.
A distant old dream, in the eyes of others. The stories of these two people are so entangled...