Reverse: 1999: The Fox Spirit's Shibari Chronicles

[Reverse: 1999 fanfic] + [GL] + [Easy to get into] + [A slightly slow start] + [No transmigration] + [No System] Gardenia fragrance stains the summer, pure snow reflects the human world. The gardenia surpasses all other trees; there are truly few such things in this world. A rainstorm, a stretch of distance, and a dark fox trudging alone through “retreat.” “What is your name?” “...Gatinea.” “Where is your home?” “I... don't think I can go back.” This is the best of times, and the worst of times. A lover died yesterday; a scholar is trapped by the pursuit of knowledge. The displaced struggle to find the past, while those who record time are themselves etched into it... The barriers of time are perhaps more desolate than the distances of space. A human, a fox, beginning in midsummer among dew-drenched gardenia leaves. At last, they reach the far shore at the end of the current. I offer this account in memory of my everyday life after the torrential rain; Perhaps this is a happy journey with the occasional regret. * This book is also known as: “Reverse: This Fox Spirit Is a Little Pure-Love, but Not Much” (The blurb doesn't do the story justice. Please give the main text a try, and if it's not for you after a few chapters, you can always move on.)