Ning Zhaoming died in that heavenly blaze.
The one who survived was Xie Chunsheng.
Wearing a borrowed face, he walked into the mists of Baiyun Jian. Someone waited for him at the edge of the fog, dressed in white and holding a fan, with gentle features and eyes.
One concealed his true identity, the other concealed his origins.
One made the false into the real, while the other mistook the real for the false.
The wine from the autumn rites seeped into the cracks between the stones. The iron chains at the South Mountain Gate remained locked year after year.
Xie Chunsheng often thought himself insatiably greedy: with one name, half a life, and two people, he had dared to dream he could escape every blade of wind and frost.
The snow lay deep on Kunlun, and the whole world was his enemy. He leapt, and was gone from the human world for twelve years, until that night at Lou Wai Lou, when a peony fell into the crowd. The old friend had rehearsed a million things to say at their reunion, but in the end, all he managed was:
"It's windy outside. Let's go home."
Of the ten parts of spring in this world, three are false and seven are true. What he borrowed, he would ultimately spend a lifetime repaying.
A true immortal in disguise x a false young master with a changed face
Also known as Cultivating Immortality Is No Match for Selling Scallion Pancakes
A gentle, self-reforming black-hearted top x a proud, compassionate bottom who is a fake immortal but the real deal
#Secondary couple warning: a short-lived, charming playboy top x an immortal bottom who is literally a sleeping beauty
#A story full of secret identities, with a cast of people who speak in riddles
#Slow burn and scheming in the beginning, push-and-pull in the middle, indulgence galore later on. If that works for you, let's go.
#(Currently serializing) Updates every three days
Theme: The affairs of this world are often half true and half false.
