The most cherished encounter in Bai Ziqing's life was not when he bought a priceless antique at an auction house, but when he brought Bai Yu back on the street corner.
He named him Yu and regarded him as a treasure in the palm of his hand, guarding it carefully in his own world. He only dared to trace his sleeping outline over and over again through the residual light from the crack of the door.
Bai Ziqing thought that this feeling was well hidden, until late one night, he caught a glimpse in the mirror and saw the young man looking at his back, with the same, almost paranoid concern in his eyes.
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