Lu Huai, the aloof Buddhist devotee (bottom) × He Shengming, a Hong Kong power player (top)
Everyone in the capital says the eldest son of the Lu family is as aloof as a Buddha, beyond reproach.
But when he was sent to face that ruthless man in Hong Kong, everyone waited to see the Buddha dragged from his altar, his pride crushed.
He Shengming did exactly that.
He kept Lu Huai by his side, giving him pleasure and pain, convinced he was in control.
Until Lu Huai died in the year they “loved each other most.” The night the news came, He Shengming’s hair turned white overnight.
Ten years later, Mr. He stood at the pinnacle of Hong Kong, a legend everyone feared.
Yet he often went to a small temple to listen to the morning bells and evening drums, no matter the weather.
Until one day, before a weathered mural, he came face-to-face with someone from his past.
Dressed simply, the man looked up, his eyes as clear and calm as ever. “Patron, it’s been a long time.”
He Shengming’s eyes reddened. He pinned him against the altar table and rasped, “Ten years... Lu Huai, can your Buddha save me?”
Lu Huai’s fingers brushed over his snow-white temples. He gave a soft, wistful laugh.
“He won’t save you.”
“...I will.”
Back then, I promised you a lie. Now I’ll spend my life making it right.
P.S. This is my first time writing a story with two male leads, so I may not go easy on them!
