The first piece of pure love I wrote on a whim, very, very jelly!
I wanted to write about a subjugated king who imagined ancient times.
When a playboy is pushed to that high position that everyone dreams of, his helpless melancholy can only be hidden in the romance.
When a subjugated king gives up the struggle, can he only live in the fields?
The so-called comfort and leisure he longed for day and night were gradually drifting away from him, and the shackles of responsibility bound his hands and feet, making it difficult to break free.
"At the moment when I was about to suffocate, the wind came."
What you want is all delusion, and what you want to avoid is inevitable.
My writing style is that of a primary school student, running around naked without any trace, double purity, without beginning or end.
If you hate cliche plots, be careful when entering them. If you see clichés, don't assume plagiarism. I'll be sad if I work hard to think about the plot?
If any readers like it, I will be very, very happy.
Intention: Take the path you want to take
