When he first met Qing Yun, he was still a spoiled aristocrat who used his family connections to bully others. Drawn to Qing Yun's warm, gentle presence and the vermilion mark between his brows, he lingered in the ambiguity between flirtation and love. But on that rainy night, Qing Yun clasped the hand of the man whose family had fallen into ruin. His usually gentle eyes held a sharpness that pierced the heart. "If you truly want revenge, I'll give you this entire realm."
Yet when everything was finally in his grasp, all that remained of the person he had left behind was a head of white hair and a retreating figure.
The realm is as beautiful as a painting, but what good is winning it if that person is no longer here...
Before he met Mo Li, he was like an immortal banished from heaven. Joy and sorrow were no more than passing dust. After meeting Mo Li, he fell from the heavens for this young man. He would live for him and die for him, trading his dark hair for white.
I'll shatter my tender heart and give you a kingdom in exchange. But is it true that you'll only learn to cherish me after my heart has turned to ashes?
It seems good. . .