I often remember that the sun sets at the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don't know my way back.
Xie Yuanshu stood for a long time in front of this dilapidated pavilion.
He understands that everyone in the world knows that his grandfather is corrupt.
All the people in the pavilions, carved beams and painted houses, beautiful or ugly, are dead.
Except him.
For him, the lesser option would have been beheading.
Too bad he wasn't.
He was sold to a brothel.
May it be comfortable, may it be comfortable...
It seems that he will never be happy for the rest of his life...
Purpose: Companionship is the longest confession of love