Bai Nian has never forgotten the life-saving grace he received when he was in Jiangling that year. The dazzling and aloof purple color has become his most cherished color in his heart.
When Bai Nian saw the man who saved his life again, he gave him a life, but he could no longer distinguish his relationship with him, and the vague feelings were cut off.
He is Zhuo Donglai, his benefactor and the person he cherishes the most.
"Master Zhuo, if you had never saved me and I had never saved you, would we... Have never crossed paths?" Bai Nian was sitting at the desk, holding a book. In the sun, Zhuo Donglai, who was leaning on the chaise longue, smiled at him.
"No, you and I have never crossed paths. We just fell into each other's tricks." Zhuo Donglai sipped the purple grape wine in his cup, the look in his eyes was full of doting.
The first fanfic, dedicated to my beloved idol, Zhuo Donglai.
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