His name is Ge Shu Zihan, and he is a carefree prodigal. He smells of alcohol, wears ragged linen clothes, and old straw sandals, but his smile is like the spring light of May, so bright that one cannot open his eyes. The hint of drunkenness in the corner of his eyes is like the green grass blown by the breeze, with infinite charm.
You are the princess of Yongkang who is charming, charming, beloved by thousands of people, and able to control the wind and rain. You ran away for him, but do you still think this is the palace? Outside the walls of gold tiles and glazed glass, what is the difference between you, me and him? We are all just untouchables, our lives are like grass and grass, as slim as ants.
Perhaps deep down, I am extremely jealous of you. You have the beauty and splendor of a dream, you have the right to be close to him at any time, you even have everything that can make him look at you, and I have nothing else to ask for except the shallow care of his looking back.
The prince turned around and stroked his cheek, and warned him earnestly, "Zihan, if you go, Sanlang and I will never live alone. Even if you want to blame Sanlang, Sanlang will always stay with you and never be separated again; even if we know it is a mistake, let us make this mistake to the end."