Une fleur sans nom Manhua

Title: A Nameless Flower In the heart of the ancient forest, where the canopy interlaced with ethereal light, young Lord Lucien, heir to the throne, found himself ensnared one twilight as he chased after a fleeting shadow. The forest seemed to shift and whisper around him, cloaking him in a sense of foreboding. Lost in the twisting paths, Lucien's heart quickened with each passing moment. Desperation clawed at him as he called out into the dimming light, his voice hollow against the silent trees. That's when he heard the rustle of leaves, like a soft melody of nature's choir. A figure emerged from the shadows, bathed in the waning light. It was a boy, with eyes that shimmered like pools of moonlight, and a smile that held the secrets of centuries. "Lost, my lord?" the boy's voice was a gentle caress, weaving through the tense air like a soothing balm. Lucien found himself captivated by the boy's aura, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. As the days melted into nights, Lucien's meetings with the nameless boy became his sanctuary. They would share stories beneath the starry sky, their laughter like a symphony in the stillness of the forest. In the boy's presence, Lucien felt alive in a way he had never known before, free from the weight of his crown and the burdens of his birthright. But as their bond deepened, shadows of doubt began to cloud Lucien's heart. The boy, with his enigmatic smile and haunting gaze, seemed to hold secrets that eluded Lucien's grasp. And one fateful night, as they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, the boy's words echoed through the silence like a knife to Lucien's soul. "I am but a fleeting spirit, a flower without a name," the boy whispered, his voice heavy with a sorrow that pierced Lucien's heart. And with the first light of dawn, the boy vanished into the tendrils of mist, leaving Lucien alone with the weight of an impossible love and a yearning that threatened to consume him. And so, the legend of the nameless flower took root, whispered among the leaves and carried by the wind, a haunting reminder of a love that bloomed in the shadows and withered in the light, leaving behind a lord haunted by the memory of a boy with eyes like the depths of the forest.