When Mo Ruyu was alive, Chu Fengjue absolutely did not like him, because Chu Fengjue believed he had no inclination toward men. Then Mo Ruyu died, his black hair turned white and his face withered away... Later, Chu Fengjue still didn't like men, but he loved Mo Ruyu desperately.
Bright red blood mingles with cinnabar, and dense lines of scripture fill white paper... In this life, I enter the Buddhist path, not to seek enlightenment, but for the obsession in my heart. In this life, I kneel before the Buddha, not to pray for your deliverance, but only in the hope that you will wait for me in the underworld. In this life, I write scriptures in my own blood, not to earn merit, but to meet you once again.
Chu Fengjue: "A-Yu, this life together is the match made in heaven I begged the Buddha to grant me. I only want to hold you in my arms and cherish you with all my heart; to see your face bloom with smiles; to promise you a love that lasts forever, incomparable to any other. I turn my heart's blood into red beans. Will you hold them in your palm?"
Mo Ruyu: "Love can be something shared by two people, or something felt by just one. Reaching out takes only an instant, but holding hands can take many years."
1. I posted this on a whim once before, but later decided to give it a proper go. This time, I've made a detailed outline and will do my best to write it through to the end and not abandon it.
2. This is my first long novel, so the whole story is free. If you like it, please give me some encouragement. Writing really does take encouragement. Even just a few words of support would make all my effort worthwhile.
