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Using the pseudonym Shen Qianqiu, he thought he had escaped from the shadow of the palace, but in the end he could not escape the pursuit of the sword - it was the fangs of imperial power, biting into his identity as a prince and his obsession to hide in the mountains and rivers. In the rain curtain, her appearance was like a beam of clear light. The bitterness of the herbal medicine suppressed the pain, and even cast ripples in his frozen heart. In the morning and dusk in the bamboo house. He hid the prince's secrets, talked about the bustle of the market, and hid his powerlessness against fate. She concealed her identity as a phantom, talked about the prosperity of herbs, and hid her longing for the world of mortals. Two bound souls kept each other warm in silence, secretly in love, but they didn't dare to make a promise - he couldn't control his own destiny, and she couldn't cross the barriers of clan rules. The rain in Linchuan has not stopped, but the medicinal fragrance of the bamboo house still lingers. The locked memories and severed fate hide the unspoken thoughts of the two. And between the struggle for imperial power and the constraints of clan rules, there is this deep concern. What kind of waves will it eventually make in the torrent of destiny?

"Urban Secret Love × Contractual Love × Ultimate Pulling" [Shen Tuo x Zhou Wei] "The only thing I can't learn." "Just stop loving the man who taught me all this." A teaching that started with lies, and a love that finally became true. A completely failed performance, a sincere confession in public. When the perfect heir breaks all the masks with his own hands, can they still rebuild a real world that only belongs to each other on top of the ruins? This time, it's not for performance, just for loving you.