The world is a lie to me, and you are the last real thing in that lie.
It took Bai E a long time to understand that this line, so close to a confession, was both the truth and a curse.
That person spent a very long time deceiving him, then spent years stretching almost beyond the horizon keeping him company, paying in advance for the guilt he felt toward him.
Bai E asked him, "What exactly am I to you?"
Qiong said, "You are the foundation of my existence in this world."
The vessel carrying other people's wishes developed a wish of his own, unaware that his very existence was itself the product of a wish.
The "savior" believed he was an existence born from the real, a seed capable of blooming amid ruins. Only later did he learn that even his existence was just an insignificant pawn in this fraud called fate.
The gray-haired, golden-eyed "lost soul" x the white-haired, blue-eyed "savior" he regards as a keepsake.
A story about deception and truth, and how the "last real thing" came to be.
Note: HE, 1v1, primarily plot-focused, with the romance running through the whole story. This is not a pure romance novel.
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I've revised the blurb.
The simple, less poetic version: an angsty mess about a creation falling in love with its administrator. The timeline is confusing, and the setting is very different. Includes, but is not limited to: a saint with selfish desires, an epic love filled with hatred, and while it may not be passionate, it is definitely melodramatic.
Theme: Life is an endless series of encounters and partings, and time writes a bold, vivid stroke with the most insignificant brushstrokes.
Looking forward to (*^o^*)