——Three hundred years ago, Emperor Nan Yuan died, and his shadow disappeared from the world.
Rumor has it: Shadow is dead.
As for the real fear, only the late His Majesty knows.
Imprisoned in the underground palace, never to see the light of day...
But it is helpless that His Majesty cannot wait, nor can he wait any longer. Thousands of words have been sent to his heart, but there are only two words left: Don't cry.
But three hundred years later, I saw the deceased "Your Majesty" again, and the long-forgotten memories came back like a spring.
He closed his eyes and pulled out the sourness, torturing himself until he couldn't hear, hear or read.
He thought that if this was the case, then he would not feel pain and would not think about it. It's a pity otherwise, that person... Is real.
There is a familiar smile on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes are so nostalgic and lingering...
However, he seemed to have changed a lot, and he was depressed... This emotion that shouldn't be shown in that person was so strange.
He listened carefully to the familiar lingering sound again and again.
More... I saw that person, smiling as gently as before.
Therefore, no matter how much he didn't believe it, Jiang Sui had to admit that the man was alive and well.
However, the man in front of him died three hundred years ago. How... How could he still be alive?
He was afraid, fear was just an illusion, he flinched, but couldn't help but look.
Intention: No matter what, it's you