Love's beginnings are unknowable, yet once it takes root, it runs deep.
By the time Yin Fubai realized it, he had already fallen into a whirlpool named He Huaici and could no longer pull himself out.
Once, Yin Fubai saw He Huaici as a bright, pure moon. He craved the warmth of its light, and as the years passed, that longing fermented in his heart into a heady liquor called love.
Later, Yin Fubai treated He Huaici like melatonin, trying to break his dependence with four years apart. He never knew the feeling had already eaten him up inside, leaving his mind caught in its relentless pull.
After they reunited, Yin Fubai saw He Huaici as fine sand between his fingertips: pressed close, yet distant beyond measure.
One absurd night after their reunion turned them into lovers whose relationship was impossible to define. In public, they were "dutiful brothers"; in private, they were "intimately exposed to one another."
They took turns probing each other, while the onlookers saw clearly and the men caught up in it couldn't recognize their own true feelings.
He Huaici vs. Yin Fubai
Black lotus vs. oleander
Refined scoundrel vs. carefree playboy
Would it be the schemes concealed since youth that are exposed first, or the possessiveness that refuses to let go that is defeated first?
Content warnings:
1. Seven-year age gap;
2. Includes scenes where one character refuses to speak and drives the other crazy.
