He is young in spring clothes and drizzles slightly. He is the noble son of Four Seasons Villa.
The rivers and lakes are far away, the temples are high, he is the mastermind of the world.
Even if the Leifeng Pagoda collapsed and the West Lake dried up, he would never be able to wait for the person he was waiting for.
He is a prince and a beggar, a scholar and a layman. Those who fear him are like fearing demons, and those who respect him are like worshiping gods. This is the story of a fairy grass on the Tianhe River that reincarnates endlessly, or it may be what is happening around you and me.
Endless years, looking back quietly, all the stars have fallen, except Ji Liao.
