Younger man + equally matched leads + both sexually inexperienced + wallflower
[Naturally wicked gong] X [Innately “pure and kind” shou]
Saili always thought his life would amount to nothing. He would forever be a backdrop to other people’s brilliance. Some might notice him because of his looks, but that was no good. He didn’t want to be a pretty ornament.
He exiled himself, volunteering to become a priest at an orphanage. Everything changed at that one festival.
When that man appeared, familiar yet strange, he gave Saili a warmth no one else could offer, only to destroy it with his own hands in the end.
In everyone’s eyes, Saili was like a white dove, a symbol of peace, yet someone anyone could control.
So, who killed my white dove?
(This story does not promote any orthodox or heretical religion. All religions and deities in the story are fictional, as are all the characters.)
