A story I wanted to write a long time ago: two people met very early and depended on each other for life, but they walked further and further apart in the chasm of fate.
It took me many years to write it. This story was deleted, edited, and many things changed again and again.
What remained unchanged was that the young man was kneeling in the heavy rain, the rain flashing across his eyes with despair, but the umbrella stretched over his head gave him support.
What remains unchanged is that under the cold moonlight, the two people are so close and yet so far away, so far apart.
What remains unchanged is looking at each other across a distance as wide as mountains and ravines, one eye facing another, one heart facing another.
What remains unchanged is that in the flower language that fills the sky, her eyes are clear, her words are smiling and she calls him "come".
So there was no hesitation, and the love was deep.
(Although it is still bloody.)
Concept: A deep palace epic about growth, intrigue, sacrifice and deep lovesickness.