No wonder that young master Fang, a genius of a generation, goes to the palace that is as big as his family's palm every day and shamelessly acts as his little brother. People were saying that the city of Chang'an was going to change, but Fang Heng didn't care. He just enjoyed everything he had, simple happiness in troubled times. They were all just the size of a palm, and disappeared with a snap of a finger. The gods looked at the panic of the world with disdain, but were full of curiosity about the young man in red with koi patterns...
Concept: Love and hate combined with the dilemma of friendship, a large-scale bloody drama. I just want to finish writing about a childhood memory. The word "love" is used both inside and outside the text.