At this moment, Yue Dewen, with drunken eyes hazy, gazes at the bright moon in the sky while swaying and singing a song mixed with drama.
He wears a beaming smile, but inexplicably, that sense of loneliness that has lingered in his heart for many years emerges once again, like a shadow following him.
He thinks of his first dream lover, who, as she died in his arms, tremblingly grasped his hand and said, Yue Dewen, you bastard, why didn't you come looking for her earlier.
He thinks of his second dream lover, with cold eyebrows furrowed, standing by the white jade railing of the royal palace, scolding him that if he didn't dare to snatch the marriage, she would curse him to have sons without *assholes, then turned and strode away.
He thinks of his third dream lover....
Fourth....
Fifth.....
...
....
Until the last one.
Well, he can't remember how many there have been.
