The emotional tangle between a generation of emperor and a brothel boy.
There is no moon or stars in the sky, only boundless darkness and warm but distant human voices.
Fireworks exploded in the lonely night. Is such decisive destruction just for the moment of glory and beauty?
A humble yet noble life blooms with dazzling splendor in the most humble and dirty prosperity, but like fireworks, it quietly extinguishes in the most luxurious and lonely peak in an instant. It's so gentle that one wonders, has such beauty ever existed? Or is that kind of style just a trace of the dream that has not faded away? Passed away calmly, but without any hesitation. Is it ruthless? Or no regrets? Or is it still the calm and gentle love you have had?
Announcement: For readers of "Broken Heart Flute", "Leng Yue" will be updated on August 1st, and the first volume may be synchronized.
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