On the day Shen Yan met Mo Xun, the world was just right.
The man climbed over the wall with dogtail grass in his mouth, smiled and stuffed half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his hand: "Brother Immortal, how about a sweet treat?"
Later, they roasted sweet potatoes on snowy nights, stole fruits from flowers, and talked about "the rest of their lives" on a deserted cliff.
It wasn't until Mo Xun's blood dyed his Purifying Sword red that Shen Yan knew——
All "just right" are plots of "just the right time to kill you".
Reader comments
The writing is really good and delicate.
I've just read a few chapters, I'll come back and comment after I finish.
The writing is really good and delicate. I've just read a few chapters, I'll come back and comment after I finish.