Tales of Longcheng

A city like Longcheng can't withstand the devastation of torrential rain. It has weathered too many historical hardships. The ground above and the world below are both decayed, and a downpour or an earthquake could be enough to destroy it.

But He An still doesn't want to leave.

Her youth is all here, mingled with the intoxicating scent of pagoda blossoms and the ceaseless flow of time and space.

"Are you stupid?" Lu Qing was drunk. He turned his head and squinted at her. "Even an idiot knows you shouldn't just give people money."

"But all I have is money. I like you, and I have nothing else to give you. I'm even a few years older than you, and my youth is gone too." He An propped her head up, tipsy.

"I don't want money. Give me something else." Lu Qing shrugged, a habit he'd picked up from the Americans, thinking it made him look carefree.

He An stared blankly at his handsome face, as if bewitched. "What do you want? It's yours."

Then Lu Qing's lips pressed against hers.

We are seven years apart, and we are in love.

The judgment of the world clashed with our love until even our sturdy armor was pierced.

But He An, so what?

I like you.