A Wordless Poem in Midsummer

[A stoic, tragic, paternal seme × a multitalented, oblivious genius uke]

Summer wrote a brief prologue to autumn and winter. The blazing sun faded, the snowstorm was delayed, and dreary clouds and rain buried the boy’s youthful spirit.

Han Yeting didn’t know whether he would die. He left in silence, obsessively setting out along the path that had been laid out for him many years ago.

“Han Yeting, that rain only lasted four days. The skies cleared soon after.”

“Han Yeting, it’s autumn.”

“Han Yeting, it’s snowing in Jiangcheng. Has it snowed in Nancheng?”

“Han Yeting, spring is here again. They dug up the white magnolia by the classroom window because it had grown so tall it blocked the sunlight.”

Stones keep silent, but blank paper can tell all.

Note: The seme is a ninja. The uke is rather oblivious, though mostly because the seme is so good at enduring things. The romance between the two leads moves at a snail’s pace. But the uke is very direct: once he catches on, he pursues the seme relentlessly. Almost nothing happens at first, but later he turns the tables in an instant.

There will be a BG romance. Everyone has a story, and the entire main cast gets a happy ending.