The Miserable Secret Guard's History of Unrequited Love

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye San sat alone on the roof, holding a mooncake and drinking huadiao wine, his heart heavy. He'd been secretly in love with his master for a long time, but didn't dare confess. Then today, his master brought a pretty boy into the estate. What a pain. Ye San was troubled. He took a bite of his mooncake and found it wasn't filled with lotus seed paste and salted egg yolk. Even worse.

I know I'm only a knife in his hand, while he is my code of conduct, my sense of right and wrong.

Secretly loving your master never ends well.jpg Be warned: this is a bad ending [important]

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