The Pharaoh's White Moonlight Has Returned

Lin Chen stood before the Abu Simbel temples, gazing up at the colossal statues carved into the cliffs. A vague familiarity stirred deep in his memories.

Every night in his dreams, a tall, upright figure followed him from a short distance. He could never make out the man's face, but he could feel the blazing intensity radiating from him, like a fire burning in his heart.

Guided by his dreams, Lin Chen overcame every obstacle and reached the western shore of the mysterious Lake Nasser, where a great emperor had slept for a thousand years.

"Chenchen... Chenchen..."

Who was calling him?

How did they know his name? A wave of dizziness swept over Lin Chen.

When he awoke, he was in a living hell, staring at a handsome man on a chariot. The man elegantly wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief, his manner graceful and distinguished. In his eyes, a profound, mysterious darkness churned like dense fog that refused to disperse, making Lin Chen's heart pound.

The man smiled brightly. That familiar feeling inexplicably washed over Lin Chen again. The man walked toward him and held out his hand. The stench of blood filled the air.

Lin Chen was pulled onto the horse with him. Suddenly, a shocking image flashed through his mind: the two of them entangled in a passionate affair. The man pressed him down and kissed him deeply behind the ear, their clothes disheveled as he murmured tenderly, "Chenchen."

And Lin Chen clung to him, answering again and again...

A ruthless yet devoted pharaoh as the gong, a sweet and delicate beauty as the shou.

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2023.4.2

Theme: In this fleeting world, only love endures.