Wan Bing's cheeks are flushed, and his peach-blossom eyes ripple with tears. He clings to Feng Luocheng's hand, pulling him close as his other hand reaches for his face.
“He was your spitting image.”
“Stubborn and rigid.”
Feng Luocheng's pupils contract. He tries to pull his hand away, but Wan Bing only grips it more tightly.
“Later, he died.”
“And I died, too.”
Wan Bing gazes at Feng Luocheng with a foolish smile, holding him tight.
“Master…”
1. One-on-one pairing!!! Feng Luocheng is not a stand-in. This is a one-on-one romance, just so you know!!!
2. The master is reborn, and the apprentice has a secret crush on him
