[A Little Fairy Who Doesn't Realize She's Falling x A Scheming, Bad-Hearted Little Con Artist]
Yu Zhiyao comes to the mortal realm on a mission, expecting it to be a mere formality. She never imagines that a con artist who refuses to play by the rules will latch onto her.
Yu Zhiyao means to be patient with him, definitely not because he's outrageously beautiful, but then...
Yu Zhiyao: "This guy keeps provoking me."
She plans to use him to complete her mission and leave in triumph, never realizing that he has the same idea.
"Why won't you look at me, Zhiyao?"
In the moonlight, he's dressed in clothes as thin as paper.
Yu Zhiyao covers her burning face. "Y-you... That's indecent!"
He pretends to be confused. "Don't you like it, Zhiyao?"
Yu Zhiyao: "..."
She means to tell him that there's no way she could fall for a con artist, much less let him seduce her into becoming his hapless protector.
But... why does this man only know such shameless tricks?
"...Could you put your pants back on?"
By the candlelight, her cheeks are burning and her head is spinning, but she still tries to stand.
She just happened to be poisoned by a love potion. She, she would never...
In the warm bedchamber, a hand suddenly reaches out and pulls her back. A voice beside her ear sounds amused. "Are you giving up, Zhiyao?"
Yu Zhiyao freezes, and he takes the opportunity to pull her back.
She falls into the soft bedding and brushes against his skin. Her legs suddenly go weak. She doesn't dare open her eyes and protests in a small voice, "W-who's giving up?"
A soft laugh comes from above her. Before she can make out what he says, a gentle kiss lands on her. He grips her hand and says, "The night is short, Zhiyao. Let's cure the poison first."
She was certain that she could never be the one to fall for him. But later, when she is gravely wounded beneath the vast heavens, he appears from nowhere and carries her on his back.
He picks her up, then laughs beside her ear. "Zhiyao, look at you. You're not as heavy as you say. I can carry you just fine."
But the trail of plum-blossom-red blood behind him looks more like it came from his own body.
With red-rimmed eyes, she says, "Put me down."
He refuses and sways a little. "You haven't been close to me in ages, Zhiyao. Won't you even give me this one chance?"
She grabs his collar. "Weren't you always afraid of dying?"
He laughs again, then can't help coughing. "You said it yourself. That was before. I'm not afraid of dying anymore."
Yu Zhiyao tries to see his expression clearly. "Then what are you afraid of now?"
After a long silence, he lets out a quiet laugh. "I'm more afraid that you won't be able to see me."
Theme: What is love?
