King Luo lay beside Qie Xieling, his heart heavy with love he had never imagined he could feel. The icy facade he had maintained for years now seemed shattered, replaced by a longing that defied logic.
Love had always been a foreign concept to him, a force that had ruthlessly torn his world apart. His parents had been taken from him because of love. Their obsession with each other blinded them so much that they chose to follow each other and left him behind.
The consequences had been devastating, leaving King Luo scarred and bitter. His mother at least showed some affection, his father however only held him once and had eyes only for his mother.
