A drop of essential oil falls into the bath, and he sinks into its warm embrace.
As if swept up by the mighty torrent of time, he is carried away in its tumultuous flow.
He remembers his youth, when he climbed a tree to break off an apricot blossom branch, only to slip and grab hold of someone's shoulder.
He remembers that precious Baoshan inkstone, and how someone once ground the ink with nimble strokes of long, finely boned fingers. Now it sits forgotten and dusty on the desk.
Refined and elegant, with a deep gaze and a smile that never quite forms. He wears a luxurious silver-white robe edged with gold thread.
How could he ever resign himself to lying in a silent, grim coffin?
Please don't be fooled by the blurb. This is a genuine happy ending, a happy ending!!! If you like it, please add it to your favorites. Feel free to leave a comment if you have suggestions. ~
Dear Auntie. It's a BL novel, right? I love it! It's also very well written.
La la~ I'm the first one here~ Oh yeah~ Happy new story! Hope you update a lot! Mwah! My beloved wife, Su Anruoyan, covers her face.