Lin Zhixian, ancient architecture restoration specialist × Shen Wangyan, feng shui consultant
The first time Lin Zhixian met Shen Wangyan, she thought that aside from having a decent face, there wasn't a single thing about her that seemed reliable.
Her buttons were done up wrong, she was holding her compass upside down, and she was smiling even as she cursed and told Lin Zhixian to leave.
Like a dog that wouldn't stop following her.
“Unauthorized personnel, please leave,” Lin Zhixian said coldly.
Shen Wangyan tilted her head and gazed at her pleadingly. “I'm not unauthorized. I'm here to check the feng shui.”
“Your compass is upside down.”
“Oh.” Shen Wangyan calmly flipped it over.
What really made Lin Zhixian's scalp tingle were the fragmented memories that kept surfacing.
Damp air tinged with the scent of agarwood, a collar rubbed askew, and a whisper right beside her ear.
A bare back, long black hair spilling loose, a few strands damp with sweat against the side of her neck,
a body that shivered at the slightest touch.
Lin Zhixian stared at that face. What exactly had happened…?
Shen Wangyan stood in the Hall of the Three Pure Ones, lazily and playfully twirling the brush in her hand.
“Figure it out yourself.”
Until the day Shen Wangyan exhausted the very last of her primordial qi, and her black hair turned white in an instant.
Lin Zhixian stayed by her bedside, stroking Shen Wangyan's face. Eyes red, she whispered, “Don't leave me again.”
Shen Wangyan smiled weakly. “You're not telling me to get lost anymore?”
[Stoic, meticulous ancient architecture restoration specialist × a feng shui consultant who pretends to be a good-for-nothing]
[Sweet and angsty┃Fated love in full force┃Happy ending, read without worry]
[Science VS. the supernatural]
Theme: Tough on the outside, soft at heart
