{BL + wealthy family + doctor + mild angst + older man + eight-year age gap.}
Six years ago, in a poor little town, outside a shabby pool hall, Fang Mian stood there covered in dust, his pants ripped in several places and his legs and feet marked with injuries. He held a long clothesline pole in his right hand and balanced an iron shovel on his left shoulder…
When he saw the man at the front of the group coming out, he was so startled that his mind reeled and his heartbeat faltered for several beats.
In all his life, he had never seen anyone so handsome. Not in his village, not in town, not even in the county…
The man was dressed like a star on TV, so clean he seemed like the whitest cloud in the heavens. He also reminded Fang Mian of the full moon he used to gaze at through the window on cold winter nights, curled up in the broken bed at home, its light shining brilliantly…
Six years later, amid the falling snow, that man suddenly turned and looked at him. Wisps of smoke curling from the corner of his mouth drifted upward through Fang Mian’s field of vision.
He stopped dead. The expression on his face froze, and the “brother” he was about to say caught on the tip of his tongue. It felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and the whole world had fallen into a deafening silence…
