Zhong Boyuan thought that bumping into the foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes was an accident.
In the colorful light and shadow of Haisheng Tower, the man looked down at him, and he felt a cold fragrance lingering behind him. Like the pine after the rain, like the blade buried under the snow for a long time.
Later, this scent was everywhere.
In front of the flower shop, in the dark of the cocktail party, at the auction... All the crumpled things in his life suddenly went smoothly. His clothes fit him, his food tasted good, and even the screaming flies stopped on their own.
He held him in his arms.
But the closer Zhong Boyuan got, the more he felt like Liuyun, but Liuyun couldn't catch him.
Concept: The flowers in the mirror, the water and the moon are all illusions
