The Flowers Have All Fallen, and There Is No Timetable for Your Return.

The flowers are blooming like a brocade, and the moment they fall quietly after blooming, the world seems to be treated with tenderness. Yunruo shuttles among the flying petals, dancing lightly, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, breathtakingly beautiful. Su Yixuan stared blankly at the side, intoxicated. However, after a moment of tranquility, the cruelty of reality pulled him back. In order to cling to power, he knew that only by sacrificing Yun Ruo could he rise to the top.