Bleach: Orange

The light that burst forth as the world cracked open drew attention to the once-dim years of youth and the time we spent apart.

Dandelions climbed every hillside one after another, watching the dark poems descend.

The poems passed down through the years sang of legends, and those legends sang of legendary people. Amid countless gazes, they casually set countless journeys in motion.

The past was tangled with youth and happiness, its origins unknown and its destination unclear.

All that remained was to wait for the ritual of the years returning along the road, as the wizards daubed everything with gleaming gold paint and silver dust.

Then the years that had once been mute suddenly rang with arrows flying through the woods, and the clothes that had once been dull instantly shone white as a crescent moon.

You, once young, handsome, quiet, kind, and passionate, returned years later to the orange glow of being seventeen.

And I, once alone, was alone no more.

[P.S. Thanks to Manman for kindly providing the blurb!]

[A few friendly reminders]

1. This story is told in first person and is unfinished. The heroine's backstory and other details may be jarring.

2. The male lead is already decided. Everyone knows the orange-haired guy transmigrates back to his original world.

3. Updates weekly. A burst of inspiration might bring two chapters, but the odds are low; the author's reputation is in the negative.

4. This is purely a way to relieve inner pressure, just an attempt to vent all the ridiculousness of youth.

5. That's all.