Lin Xianjun is sick.
He sank soberly, letting himself get lost in bizarre fantasies and surrendering to his illness.
Until a dazzling light broke into his field of vision, a warm person.
"You are a virtuous gentleman, how could you compromise with illness?" Chang Le said to him in a firm tone that Lin Xianjun could not understand.
Chang Le smiled and joked, "The tyrant has a harem of three thousand beauties, how come you, a wise king, don't even have a queen?"
Lin Xianjun looked at him seriously and said, "Would you like to make you my queen?" It was as if thousands of stars were sealed in his eyes, making it difficult to take his eyes away.
Mission: Never give up hope in life