From King You of Zhou, who lit the beacon fires just to see his consort smile, to Wu Sangui, who threw open the gates to the Qing army in a rage for his beloved. A lover's embrace is a hero's tomb; beauty is but a painted skeleton, a fatal allure. Such sayings are perfectly apt for these moments in life.
However, Wei Yuxuan felt a nerve had been struck deep within him, even though his and Du Ruanqin's story had not even truly begun. Du Ruanqin's rejection, her decision to stay with this group of degenerates, and her declaration that tore away all pretense—it was all too much. Frustration, anger, and a plethora of other emotions intertwined in Wei Yuxuan's chest and finally erupted!
