Collection of short stories
The immortal said nothing:
"Move to the side hall." He said with a cold tone and threw out all her things.
She bent down to pick it up in silence, the silver strands on her temples hurting his eyes.
Jinrou snuggled into his arms: "Lin, she doesn't deserve your concern at all."
He sneered, but when she fainted, he was at a loss as to what to do.
He held her cold body, knelt under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and called over and over again:
"Master, I was wrong... Come back and see me, okay?"
But the only thing that responded to him was the falling petals and the cold silence of the cinnamon that filled the palace.
Allow me to listen:
"You are mine and only mine."
"Are you a bad person?"
"No, I am your lover."
The camphor falls, the aurora fades, and the paranoid cage remains until death.
Concept: short story