Whenever the sweet taste of osmanthus echoes in the mouth, it is the sadness of the second young man suffering from flower vomiting who cannot love her. His lover loved a dead man, and he loved a living dead. Ye Yunfeng worked hard to get Li Changchi to come out. He was getting better day by day, but he was also withering day by day. Just ask for a kiss, Ye Yunfeng thought. The scent of osmanthus on his body was getting stronger and stronger, but he knew that the man's lover was in a cold tomb three feet underground, so what was the use of a kiss from a compassionate heart. What's more painful than someone you love kissing you when they don't love you back?
Warning for sub-CPs in the main text: Hu Yao, Jian Qi, Ming Tang...
Concept: Love is an adventure of a moth flying into a flame