One afternoon many years later, Ye Xiao was lying relaxedly in a hammock among the willow trees, letting the golden afternoon sunlight shine through the gaps in the leaves.
When he came out, his beautiful face was reflected in the mottled tree shadows, lazily and leisurely.
He thought he had always been like this and never changed.
If there hadn't been that time travel.
If you don't meet them.
If I had made another choice, I would be living in a secluded palace now, surrounded by thousands of favors.
In fact, even now, Ye Xiao has not figured out what he wants. He has never understood why they wanted to do that in the first place.
Do. . . . . .