A Short-Lived White Moonlight's Guide to Self-Preservation

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"Passionate painter x younger puppy"

On this barren land, you are my last rose. - Neruda

A stormy night, a chaotic bar, and shattered glass scattered across the ground like diamonds.

Shang Wan stood smoking in the back alley, waiting for the boy to come out.

After that night, a blooming rose appeared on Shang Wan's ankle. Where his lingering kisses had passed, it blossomed in the splendor and decadence of an oil painting.

Zhou Yiyao couldn't keep her with boundless love and sincerity.

Just as time cannot keep a rose from withering.

**

Later, someone asked Zhou Yiyao what he and Shang Wan were to each other.

Zhou Yiyao: Lovers

Shang Wan: Little brother

Zhou Yiyao: ?

#Sis, you didn't put it that way last night.

**

Not a case-of-the-week story / spirited little fairy x calculating, sweet-on-the-outside schemer

Clouds drift out from the heart of the mountain, and tired birds know when to return.

On their wedding day, she wore a vivid bridal gown, while he remained cool and aloof as snow atop a high mountain.

He still remembered her saying,

"I'll give you a full moon. Wherever you are in the future, no matter how far apart we may be, as long as there's a moon, it means I'm thinking of you. If there is no moon, then it will be the daybreak."

When daylight came, all evil spirits would vanish from the world.

The souls of those who died unjustly would find peace, and the wrongfully condemned would be cleared of their names.

It snowed heavily that day, though the sky was unusually clear.

The truth came to light, and their great vengeance was avenged.

Jiang Juan kissed the center of her brow. "Zhizhi, I'll give you the moon again."

**

Many years ago, they spent New Year's Eve together for the first time.

Song Zhizhi gave him a peace-knot pendant.

"You always wear such white clothes."

Song Zhizhi was quite pleased. She clapped her hands and stood beside him, gazing into the distance at the countless bright stars in the night sky.

The white snow on the branches took on the vivid colors of fireworks. Red plum blossoms filled the courtyard, clustered branch by branch, blooming in a brilliant display.

She turned back, her round eyes shining, and tucked his hand against her chest to warm it.

"I need to give you some kind of mark, so if we get separated in a crowd, I'll be able to recognize you."

"Ziyu. Happy New Year. From now on, you won't be alone."

He stood stunned for a long time. A round of fireworks faded across the sky, and Song Zhizhi was nearly nodding off before she finally heard his low, husky voice.

"Red is easy to recognize. But, Zhizhi, I would never lose you."

Long afterward, he still wore that red cord on his wrist.

No matter how the seas changed or the world transformed.

Theme: Be kind all your life, and live well