If the first snow ever pitied the late autumn maples, then theirs could only be a cursed fate.
This book is also titled The God You’ve Waited Fifteen Years For Has Always Been a Madman.
[An outwardly cold and heartless, inwardly devoted and dangerously obsessive gong x a shou who is a scheming flirt on the surface but has an overactive inner monologue]
[Transmigration and immortality]
[Political intrigue early on, revenge later; the worldbuilding is rather complex, with a little bit of mystery-solving~]
[The story is mainly told from the shou’s perspective at first, exploring the jianghu and family clans]
No one knows how Shen Qianmu went from a little beggar hunted by everyone to the master of Wanfeng Pavilion, feared throughout the jianghu.
From an innocent, naive child to someone who had seen bloodshed and weathered countless storms,
he searched for his [god].
During one of his schemes, he unexpectedly met An Ningfeng, who had lost his memory and been sold into a place called an inn but actually a brothel.
That was the god he had glimpsed only once, now fallen into the mortal world.
His identity was unknown, and his memories were gone.
More than five hundred years ago, after this god seized the throne,
he took the deadly poison Thousand Threads and abandoned everything, living forever as he searched for Shen Qianmu, who had transmigrated before him.
All for that one sentence from him: [In this game, I give this to you]?
[Your Highness is so heartless, yet you’ve taken pity on someone whose identity is a complete mystery. How amusing.]
When he transmigrated to Prince Mu’s manor, they reunited, but he failed to understand the emotions someone had kept hidden beneath layer upon layer of disguise. He failed to notice the restraint that surged over him again and again like a tide.
Even in the end, he never understood:
The prince who had schemed for half his life had loved him for all of his own, cherishing him for a lifetime.
Past, present, or future,
“Awake, yet the world’s stories are unknown; once understood, how can I answer you?
When gifts are returned and we meet again, regret not that it was late; knowing all along, we depart.”
The writing is good, but the story is relatively large