It is a collection about "being caught".
Patriarch Ain—the supreme marshal of the Thousand Empires, has harvested planets, held bone swords, and withstood heavy pressures. But for me, he is the one who carries me out of the car on summer evenings, the one who sits in a hot pot restaurant and fishes out coconut chicken for me, the one who helps me smooth the edges of my socks when I put them on, and the one who asks hoarsely, "You're back?" When I roll him back into my arms at three in the morning.
The starting point of these stories is often just a small thing - staying in bed, getting drunk, a picnic, a reunion, a morning without waking up. But hidden in those small things is the tenderness that takes a person a thousand years to learn.
Purpose: Fanfiction, daily life