I Didn't Know It Was You, But It Was Always You

The day Shen Yan met Mo Xun, the world was just right.

The young man came vaulting over a wall with a blade of foxtail grass in his mouth and grinned as he pressed half a piece of osmanthus cake into Shen Yan’s hand. “Mortal brother, care for something sweet?”

Later, they roasted sweet potatoes on snowy nights, stole offerings during the Flower Festival, and promised each other “the rest of our lives” on a deserted cliff.

It wasn’t until Mo Xun’s blood stained his Purifying Sword red that Shen Yan understood:

Every moment that felt “just right” was part of a plot to make it “just right to kill you.”