Embrace of Bones

On the day Lin Zhi went on a blind date, her impression of Shen Yan was: handsome, decent, with a low body temperature. A second-generation rich man with a height of 185, runs his own company, speaks cleanly, and has a sense of proportion when he smiles. Colleagues said she found a treasure. She thought it was pretty good, until one day when it rained, he came to pick her up, and while sitting in the driver's seat, he said, "It's been raining for seven hundred years." She only thought he was joking at that time. But later she discovered that his eyes were different on rainy days and sunny days; there were fine dark lines on his palms, which would appear a very light blue-gray under the sunlight; when he looked at her occasionally, there was a dark golden ring around the edge of his pupils that did not belong to humans. It was like there were two people living in him. One would call late at night, just say "It's raining, don't go out" and then hang up. The other would tie her scarf tenderly, and when she lowered her head, she would whisper in a voice that sounded as old as coming from the bottom of the river: "Do you smell it? You smell like me." Lin Zhi was not someone who would be intimidated. She checked his car accident records five years ago, looked through the old photo albums in the attic of his hometown, and found a dried scale in an ancient book that was handwritten and she couldn't understand a word of it. It's dark golden, thin and tough, about the size of a fingernail, and the lines move like water waves when you look at it against the light. She didn't tell Shen Yan. She began to secretly record the time, weather, and triggering conditions when the two "hims" appeared, as patiently as an animal trainer. She originally just wanted to have a normal relationship. But that thunderstorm night, Shen Yan didn't call, he came directly. He stood at the door of her house, soaked to the skin, rain dripping down his chin. He looked up at her, and his dark golden pupils were completely illuminated, so complete that no normal person could say it was an "illusion". He held her hand and spoke in a low voice, with six hundred years of weariness and a certain unquestionable certainty: "Don't be afraid. I recognized you before he did." Lin Zhi clenched the door frame, her nails digging into the wood, but she did not step back. She looked at the eyes that did not belong to Shen Yan and asked calmly: "Then what's your name?" He curved the corners of his mouth. The smile belonged to Shen Yan's face, but the curvature, the temperature, and the things hidden underneath - none of it belonged to Shen Yan. "Guess. If you guess it right, I'll give you this body." Concept: Love can make people recognize each other in the turbidity