Xiao Feng died at eighteen, right before Li Chengyin. At the time, he was the Crown Prince, the future emperor. No matter how impulsive he might be, once he had calmed down, he still had to put the greater good first. How ridiculous. Before this, he had done whatever it took to survive. Afterward, all he could think about was when he might finally die.
They say there are seven kinds of suffering: birth, old age, sickness, death, meeting those you resent, longing for what you cannot have, and parting from those you love. Raised in the imperial palace and taught the art of political scheming from childhood, Li Chengyin had seen life and death so often that he thought nothing could move him anymore. He never expected to face the greatest trial of his life this way. We can hardly imagine how utterly despairing he must have been in that moment. People say that falling in love with Li Chengyin was the tragedy of Xiao Feng's life. But for Li Chengyin, perhaps love itself was a tragedy. The way of an emperor leaves no room for purity. I hope that in his next life, he is born into an ordinary family and gets to experience an ordinary romance.
If there is another life, I don't want to meet you again. If fate insists that we meet, then please, don't let me fall in love with you again. - Qu Xiaofeng
If there is another life, I will meet you again. If fate insists that we can never see each other again, then please let me remember you. I would rather pass through the cycle of reincarnation life after life just to see you once more, make up for what I owe you in this life, and fulfill this one obsession of mine. - Li Chengyin
Are you still there? It's so well written.
Damn, come on, please update me