My Bones Are Your Obsession [The Beginning of Lewd, Ruinous Indulgence]

What does it mean to be unforgettable?

The thrill of love at first sight, as if every color in life had been waiting for this very moment.

The instant the young man turned back for one last look, all his composure shattered.

A thousand fireworks burst across the pitch-black night, unlocking the sorrow and longing that filled his heart.

The one he loved...

She had always been the one everyone loved.

Li Luoxia, courtesy name Shunen, was chosen by the Upper Sect as the one destined by heaven. Famous from a young age, she possessed the finest talent of her generation. With a noble bearing and an impressive presence, people said that a golden-scaled child had appeared, a divine maiden who would save the world.

“A divine maiden who will save the world?”

Li Luoxia laughed, raised a hand to sweep away the clouds and mist, then poured herself another cup.

“More like a divine maiden who will save the world from its disparities. Even storytellers have to twist the tale a little these days to flatter my status.”

She drained her cup, pondered for a moment, then slowly shook her head and waved a hand. “Never mind. What's wrong with that? It's just something to talk about, and it's not all that far from the truth.”

How could that possibly be enough?

If a divine maiden can save the world from its disparities, then why not show a little kindness and save me, helpless as I am?

Let your grace fall upon me.

Even a single drop would be enough to keep me alive.

A bittersweet little story told from the perspective of someone secretly in love.

Multiple characters, mainly boy-girl romance.

But there are also bittersweet interludes involving female characters and other beings, so the story is quite varied.

Family affection, friendship, and love: how clearly the immortals distinguish between them.

Mortals receive the immortals' grace, and after years of experience, they too learn to tell the difference.

But if an ordinary being wants to indulge that selfish desire to keep her, then even with a clear mind, they may have to deceive themselves and others for a lifetime.

These stories were all written when my mind was clouded and unwholesome thoughts ran wild. Differences in the characters' views reflect their minds, but do not represent them completely. I hope you will bear with me as you read. My writing is crude and my skill lacking; I am ashamed to impose on your attention.

Since every story arose from my own unwholesome thoughts, I have kept the explanations brief and focused on what happened instead. Each chapter begins with a synopsis for readers to browse and choose from.

Deep feelings often lead to baseless lamentation and flowery prose, forcing sorrow into words for the sake of writing. Feel free to skip those parts.

These are all fabricated tales of old: some steeped in antiquity, some featuring immortals, gods, demons, and monsters, and some told in the style of strange anecdotes. The point of view varies too, with no fixed primary or secondary perspective; a chapter may have one, two, or three.

The style may be ancient or modern, but most of the work is generally ancient in tone, while the main story is modern.

The general synopsis may use a different point of view from the main story, though in most cases they match.

The main characters may or may not have feelings for one another, or their relationship may be something else entirely. Their circumstances and eras differ, as do their souls and their choices, so their endings and the causes behind them differ too.

Mortals have their own ways of indulging in lust, as do immortals, gods, demons, and monsters. The author has their own way too. The ink on the author's pages exists for that very purpose.

But indulging too much is bad for one's health. Inspiration strikes me now and then, so I write irregularly. I only hope to add a little earthy entertainment to your lives, though it is certainly no highbrow pursuit.

Lust is the root of all evil, and I am truly guilty beyond measure. I offer my deepest apologies, ashamed before the nation that raised me and guilty before the loved ones who believed in me.

Yet whenever I read my own work, though I know I am guilty, I still feel pleased with myself and can't help praising it.

Finally, I wish you all good health and success in everything. May you find a way through every flood and build a bridge over every wave. May all your wishes come true, and may even the hardest stones eventually be worn away.

Theme: Make the right choices. Heaven watches what we do, and cause and effect are inescapable.