I saw my ex at my funeral.
He was holding a jet-black umbrella, his deep eyebrows were lowered, and the fingertips holding the handle of the umbrella were so hard that they turned white. The thin red circles under his eyes could be vaguely seen. His expression was just like the day they broke up many years ago.
He was just a passer-by and should have been forgotten long ago.
As I thought this way, my light and fluttering soul couldn't help but stay away from this person.
There is a mysterious force that binds me to him.
I can't live without him, but he can't see me.
※Finished articles: "Everyone is Disliked After Death", "The Immortal King", "Rebel" and "Chasing the Light"
※Monthly articles: "After the Beauty Moved to Love Me Again", "My Ex Became My Neighbor", "Soft Dream"
The Crown Princess was reborn:
Everyone from Jiang Chao to an old man in his seventies and a child of three years old knew that the prime minister's son, Feng Jiuyue, had a habit of cutting off his sleeves. He also fantasized about the orchid and jade trees and the noble and noble prince, thanking him.
Feng Jiuyue was beautiful and unparalleled in appearance, but he had a useless head. He only knew love and was a playboy. He revolved around Xie Yan all day long and cared more about his affairs than his own life.
Xie Yan had always maintained a condescending attitude. Only when the struggle for power was most critical, he condescended to have a heart-to-heart talk with him over wine and a night of spring supper.
Feng Jiuyue thought that he finally got what he wanted, and entrusted him with all his fiery sincerity and his father's secrets. But he didn't expect that what was waiting for him was not Xie Yan's betrothal gift, but the imperial decree that his father was convicted and executed.
It turns out that all this is a scam, and the gentle rubbing is just to invite you to enter the urn.
Feng Jiuyue hanged himself on the day his father was beheaded, and hung on the beam with his face as white as paper. He thought he was finally free, but he didn't expect God to let him live another life knowing that he was wronged.
Xie Yan has been imprisoned in the cold palace since he was a child, and has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. He has sacrificed too much for power and wealth, but he has never regretted it.
"These are just small setbacks in my grand ambition of hegemony. They are nothing. When I ascend the throne, everything will be at my fingertips."
"Including September."
But that day, when he opened the door and saw that magnificent young man hanging high on the hanging beam, he finally felt the regret that was gnawing at his bones.
Indifference, selfishness, greed, vanity × beauty, gloomy dandyism
Concept: Love without trust is like a plate of loose sand
