Soulguard

Even heaven and earth may end one day, but this sorrow will stretch on forever.

Eileen Chang once said, "Perhaps every man has had two such women in his life, at least two. If he marries the red rose, over time the red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one remains the moonlight before his bed. If he marries the white rose, the white one becomes a grain of rice stuck to his clothes, while the red one becomes a cinnabar mole over his heart."

Whose love will last until the end of time? Who will merely brush past whom?

What we can't have will always keep us restless...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.