Easy version:
I'm such a kind person, so it's okay if God doesn't take more care of me, but he still lets me die young. It's a pity that I haven't been in love yet. Tears running...
What? You are just taking care of me, bullshit! Is there anyone who takes such good care of you? I can die from taking care of others, but I can still survive by taking care of myself. But you can't take care of me and go to another world! Oh my god, why don't you take care of me and make me a man? Even though it's a top-notch product... I still have to say... I want to go home! ! !
Serious version:
Why is there a young man who is sometimes drowsy and sometimes sober living in a palace that is simply decorated but extremely luxurious?
Why does that young man, who is no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, have floor-length silver-white hair?
Why has it been decreed by His Majesty that no one can come even half a step closer to him except him and his appointed attendants? Violators will be killed without mercy?
And why did a tall and handsome man outside the imperial city say such words, "Ruoyun, I will definitely rescue you!"