The King's Unruly Concubine

Love is like a chasing game. You run away from me, but it seems to never end. Someone tasted the bitterness inside! Someone tasted the sweetness! I want to talk about the person running in front. Why didn't he look back and look at the people next to him when he was tired? Well, if you have a late epiphany, be careful, the person chasing you will be you later! Remember remember...