"The appearance of an old friend, the son of an old friend."
"Father, I can only be me."
Chen Cui always remembered that day, when the beauty was falling, the jade dragon was bleak, and the young man turned away neatly with frosty eyes, leaving only the tail of his hair to draw a subtle arc in the air. From then on, the cold green branches refused to disappear, and the warm spring jade in June disappeared.
Concept: The growth process of a generation of emperors