A gloomy, obsessive madman on the attacking side × a cool, frail general on the receiving side
A love that spans oceans of hatred, and a saint's private desire
One day, Xiao Yuanqi rescues a man covered in blood on his way home. The man glares at him, his words dripping with blood.
"Xiao Yun, I've found you."
"You can't get away from me."
"I'll cling to you for the rest of my life."
Like a vengeful ghost, you can't shake me.
But when the man wakes the next day, his voice is pitiful and his eyes gaze at Xiao Yuanqi imploringly. "My given name is Zi'an, my surname is Yu. My family are merchants."
"Please take pity on me, young master..."
Xiao Yuanqi assumes the man is just raving.
Later, with no other choice, he returns to the capital. Everyone bows to him in unison, and Xiao Yuanqi is startled to discover that this man holds a high position and wields absolute power in the court. Still, no one dares tell him who Yu Zi'an really is. Instead, he is placed under house arrest in the marquis's mansion where he once lived.
Yu Zi'an says to him, "Isn't it nice here? Surrounded by gold and jade, with your dead parents, your old friends, and me, all here keeping you company."
The man holds him in his arms and kisses his earlobe. His breath is warm, and incense burns in the room.
When the Gu poison in Xiao Yuanqi's body flares for the last time, he remembers everything. His mind hazy, he hears the man before him call his name, as if seeking an answer to this wretched, absurd life. "Yuanqi... who am I to you, deep down?"
At the very end, as life flickers back into him, Xiao Yuanqi finally gives a soft reply: "A place to rest. You are my home."
How could love and hate that have lasted till now ever be severed? This life is bound by a few lonely, delicate threads.
Some captivity, and the attacking lead has a great time. Not for those who only like the attacking lead or only like the receiving lead. They dote on each other.
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A little bittersweet, with some court intrigue and two strong leads.
Theme: Offering comfort.
