As the saying goes, misfortune comes from the mouth, and mistakes come from the book. There was a literary prison in ancient times, but today I write books and travel through time and space. What's more important is that I have become an out-and-out little lunatic. After many years of morbid life, I was finally freed from the turbulent era, but fell into a ruthless war. The sparks of love and friendship are fully displayed in the war. . . . .
One is a handsome and slightly sad prince, one is an irresistibly handsome man, and the other is heart-wrenching. . . . .
After walking around for a while, I realized that the man was near the dimly lit place. Everything was just a search for a "past" that had been dusted away. . .