Wild Bones and Mint

[Completed] A sprig of mint grew from his back, and his wild nature was hard to tame

[Devoted, stubborn fool x cold-hearted smoke] BE

(The author didn't make everything clear either, so enter at your own risk. The reading experience is average.)

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Yan Bo first noticed Song Jigu because she heard his name.

The host announced, “Welcome Song Jigu, here to perform ‘Under Mount Fuji.’”

She squinted toward the stage. A man sat lazily on a tall stool, backlit, holding a microphone.

She couldn't make out his face.

His name had caught her attention, and then she heard his uniquely gifted voice singing, “The rain blocking the road falls like snowflakes. Are you cold, weeping as you drink?”

That day, Song Jigu's singing played on repeat in her ears.

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Yan Bo made the first move.

Song Jigu lowered his defiant gaze. A strong scent of mint clung to him as he leaned down and murmured, “Yan Bo, I really can't do anything with you.”

“Then do you like me or not?”

Yan Bo gently cupped his face and kissed his defiant brow, kissing away the rain on his cheek.

She smiled. “I'll sing ‘Under Mount Fuji’ for you. Then you have to say yes.”

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That year, Yan Bo was bright and passionate. If you loved someone, you should be open and brave about it.

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[In a mint-scented midsummer, someone wild and untamed bent his rugged back for me]