The Poet of Shuangxi

Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, sisterly woodcarver x pure-hearted, heartbroken puppy singer

Rekindled love | Mutual redemption | Love grows over time

It took He You Nian only three short years to go from singing at a small bar to performing at a four-sided stage concert.

But nobody knew that whenever she stood beneath the stage lights, she always looked toward the seat she had reserved.

The seat she saved for Yuan Jing. Yuan Jing had never come.

Ever since they separated three years ago, Yuan Jing had thought of her every single day.

Then, on the night of the final show, He You Nian thought she saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Her heart skipped. She put on a mask and hurried, without a second thought, to the banks of Shuangxi Lake.

She walked through the door of the familiar woodworking studio. Yuan Jing looked just as she had three years ago, dressed in clean clothes, sawdust on her fingertips.

He You Nian couldn't help but tear up.

"Boss Yuan, do you need an extra pair of hands?"

It was the same thing she had said three years ago when, at the lowest point of her life, she had met Yuan Jing and begged her to take her in.

But now, Yuan Jing looked at her coldly.

"Sorry, we have nothing to do with each other anymore."

"Please leave."

He You Nian froze where she stood, her heart aching.

After impulsively going to Shuangxi Lake that day, He You Nian began sticking to Yuan Jing, dropping by her studio whenever she had a moment.

"Boss Yuan, can I sign up for your woodworking class?"

"Boss Yuan, do you need someone to help with the cooking?"

"Boss Yuan, can I come upstairs and go into your room?"

Yuan Jing could barely stand it, but she couldn't get rid of her, so she simply waved her off. "Do whatever you want."

But Yuan Jing never expected He You Nian to move in with her.

Even less did she expect that one night, the person behind her would suddenly come close and wrap an arm around her waist.

He You Nian rubbed her fluffy head against Yuan Jing's neck and fastened a necklace around her neck.

She kissed the side of Yuan Jing's neck, dazed with desire, and said in a pitiful voice:

"Yuan Jing, don't leave me."

"My muse. I realized that without you, I'm nothing."

Premise: Long live ideals