Hang Kuoyu has been indifferent to the palace people since he was a child, looked down upon by the servants, and shunned by the concubines of the palaces. His father never looked directly at him, thinking that his life would pass in the eyes of ridicule, ridicule, and disgust. But that encounter at the age of 6 changed his life.
"Hey? Everyone in the palace is celebrating, why don't you go?"
"Don't want to go"
"You are really boring in this little shabby house and you don't know how to have some fun. Come on, I'll take you to play."
"... No need"
"Idiot, it's very lively outside, but it's much better than your cold palace."
"Well..."
That night was indeed as lively as he said. Hang Yuyu saw thousands of bright lights, the noisy alleys, and his hope.
"You are so cute. I will stay with you every day from now on, okay?"
"Well..."
"Then, pull the hook"
"good"
The vows he made when he was a child became true. The man stayed with him every night. Hang Kuoyu thought it would continue like this. But four years later, spring came and the man never came again.
Hang Kuoyu waited day and night for him to come back. After waiting for two years, he only waited for the news that his father had sent him to be disciplined by the new national preceptor.
"The red plum blossoms outside the cold palace have fallen season after season. Will you come again..."
Intention: Reunion