People say, "Since ancient times, autumn has been hard to find. Search the whole world and you will rarely find it. Autumn is hard to find, and so are you."
He devoted himself to his country, yet a vast conspiracy was being laid against him behind his back. He wanted no part of this mortal world, but the wheels of fate kept turning. In an age of hidden dangers, whose salvation would the other be? "He is a ruler of the realm! Don't ruin him!" "I only want to stay by his side and keep him safe. Even if he no longer needs me or trusts me, even if... he casts me aside once more, I would still choose this."
The bleeding boy pondered for a moment, then suddenly understood. He spoke lightly: "Your Highness, thank you." Beneath the city gate, in the bitter cold wind, he held the one in his arms and wept uncontrollably.
Theme: Learn to always cherish the people who treat you well.
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