Otome.
Yu Bo x Fu Su
The quiet wind blows from the sea of light blue flowers, telling tenderness and love. She and Fusu looked at each other and instantly fell into a deep brown pool, unable to extricate themselves. She thought she wouldn't fall in again, but at this moment, the fortress built in her heart suddenly collapsed, and even the shadow fell to pieces. Buried into the warm crook of his neck, letting the tears continue to wet his clothes. He comforted her softly, humming to her the song she taught him to sing.
Yu Bo x Hu Hai
She was taken in and thrown to the ground like a rag doll. The iron shackles collided with the floor, leaving a bloody mark on her white wrists. She looked up and saw Hu Hai sitting leisurely on the couch, with a careless look on his face that showed a hint of boredom after being extremely materially satisfied. Only then did Yu Bo realize that he was the prince, the son of a genius who had been favored since childhood, born with a golden key in his mouth, the most noble crown prince, and not just a poor man who couldn't love him.
Yu Bo x Xiang Yu
Looking down from Gaocheng, Xiang Yu is wearing golden armor, and his shirt is mostly stained red with blood. He knew the situation was over, but he still held her and rushed left and right. She could feel the violent heartbeat every time he swung his weapon and struck down. It seems that Chu Ge by the Wujiang River has drifted over. At this moment, she no longer cares whether she is the legendary Yu Ji. She will dance the last elegy beside him, just like the night she danced for him many years ago, leaving behind a Farewell My Concubine that has been sung for thousands of years.
Yu Bo x Han Xin
Only then did she realize that there was caution hidden under his cold appearance, but it seemed a little too late. But at this moment, he held her down with his backhand, preventing her from moving. When she met his resolute gaze, Yu Bo suddenly became timid, as if she was the one who did everything wrong. She seemed to have forgotten something crucial, those memories buried in the deep palace courtyard of red bricks and black tiles, the fragrant poppies, and the two lives that were closely connected.
Purpose: I learned a short article about Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's uprising.