New story in the author's column: "Suan Dou"
Blurb:
Wei Ping's boyfriend, whom he could never legally marry, died of illness.
The little fox gave him the best love and the coldest white jade urn.
Wei Ping planned to put some fresh flowers around the urn, and the handsome boy at the flower shop next door recommended yellow roses.
"Your partner is sure to love them." The boy recommended them enthusiastically, so Wei Ping bought a bouquet.
"You should pair them with a few stalks of foxtail grass, too." The boy watched him with a beaming smile.
Wei Ping slipped on the pavement, unable to understand how anyone besides his own beloved could think of such a combination.
The boy whistled at his retreating back, while Wei Ping wondered which patch of grass might have foxtail grass.
Steady, reserved top x lively, mischievous bottom
A plot-outline story, reborn, with no body-double romance elements.
The full manuscript is complete.
Theme: Even little blades of grass have names.
Collected! Kiss the author of QAQ face~
The progress is almost 39%, the sweet and sour short ribs are "good", catching bugs
When we meet again, I always worry that it is fake