Please Fall Asleep, Emperor Manhua

As the moon cast its silvery glow over the palace, the assassin's steps faltered as he stood before the dictator. Expecting a swift and brutal end, he was taken aback when the dictator spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. The unexpected request to stay by his side for the night left the assassin bewildered. Night after night, their silent vigil became a peculiar routine. The assassin's heart, once hardened by hatred, began to soften as he witnessed the dictator's hidden sorrows and unspoken regrets. Behind the facade of power and cruelty, there lay a man burdened by the weight of his actions. As the days passed, the assassin found himself torn between his duty and the growing empathy he felt for his enemy. The lines between right and wrong blurred, and he struggled to navigate the treacherous waters of loyalty and compassion. With each passing moment, the web of intrigue tightened around them, threatening to ensnare them both in its deadly embrace. In the hush of the night, amidst the whispered secrets and unspoken truths, the assassin's resolve wavered. Would he choose to follow the path of vengeance, or would he dare to defy fate and forge a new destiny for himself and the man he once sought to destroy? The answer lay shrouded in the shadows of the palace, waiting to be revealed as the intricate dance of power and humanity unfolded in the quiet hours before dawn.