(Liu Wei) Backdated

"Is it just because of that misunderstanding that you don't want to believe me?" The person outside the window looked at him and asked with a bitter smile, a hint of helplessness in his tone. The magnificent hall is far away from the winter wind and snow, and always retains a dry and constant temperature. The rows of long candles are flickering and burning sadly. Wei Qing looked back at him in silence, seeing that the emperor who had dominated his body and mind for so many years had now dissipated his arrogance and smiled lonely, just like the miserable days at the end of his life. Why do the glitz and glamor of the past pop up in front of us again to confuse each other? Everything is obviously different. They are no longer rich and dandy disciples and personal servants, and they are no longer bosom friends with swords pointed in the same direction. Liu Che already knew in his heart what he had lost. He won the whole world, but he was the only one who lost... The price... Was him who was the most unwilling to let go.