Bittersweet warmth + slow-burn love + healing and redemption + older top, both sexually inexperienced
Ling Bei (bottom) x Fu Zhen (top)
Ling Bei thinks of himself as mud, a tiny patch of filthy ground that's always damp. If a pearl falls there, it'll be covered in dust and stained dark.
But Fu Zhen says:
They are an omen written in fate.
“Ling Bei, I want you to live.”
“Okay.”
Is this what love is?
Ling Bei's world begins to bloom with lush greenery.
