In his previous life, Lin Jiao hated Lu Yunzheng to the core.
His family pushed him into a marriage alliance. He went to his unrequited love, Lu Yunzheng, for help, but Lu Yunzheng wouldn't even see him. As a result, Lin Jiao endured a miserable life and died tragically.
Lin Jiao always believed Lu Yunzheng was cold and heartless toward him.
Only after his death did he learn that Lu Yunzheng had secretly loved him for years.
On the day Lu Yunzheng heard of his death, he was so grief-stricken that he vomited blood and went white-haired overnight.
After avenging Lin Jiao, he even willingly gave up his chance to escape a car accident.
When Lin Jiao opened his eyes again,
he saw the man on the screen, his features as cold and sharp as snow, and trembled all over.
He remembered the despair in Lu Yunzheng's eyes after his death, the figure whose hair had turned white overnight, the way Lu Yunzheng had awaited death, intent on following him.
He wanted to rush into the TV and slap him, and even more, kiss him until he couldn't breathe.
Well, well.
You loved him enough to die for him, but you didn't even dare fight for a chance to be with him?
Coward!
So much for the aloof, abstinent flower on a high peak.
This time, he would drive Lu Yunzheng mad for him.
Lu Yunzheng, the head of the wealthy Lu family, was paralyzed in both legs.
A cripple had no right to pursue love.
So when Lu Yunzheng learned that the person he had loved for years was about to get married, he silently put away the photos of them from their youth.
Unexpectedly, when they met again at a banquet, Lin Jiao was following his marriage-alliance partner. The bruises crisscrossing his exposed wrist were shocking.
When he saw Lu Yunzheng, a stubborn tear clung to the corner of the young man's eye, crystalline and heartbreaking.
That night, Lu Yunzheng smoked all night.
The next day, Lin Jiao's marriage-alliance partner ran into trouble.
Later, Lu Yunzheng brought Lin Jiao home.
He realized he was always looking at Lin Jiao without meaning to:
the smooth curve of his waist, his pale neck, his crimson lips.
When he came to his senses, he would angrily stub out the cigarette between his fingers.
Tsk.
That affection he'd forcibly buried was being kindled bit by bit, growing more intense all the while.
To quell his restless, feverish desire, Lu Yunzheng spent the whole night repenting at the grave of Lin Jiao's beloved younger uncle, who had also been his old friend.
Until that night,
when Lin Jiao was drugged and climbed onto his bed, his face flushed. "Help me... please..."
That night, Lu Yunzheng finally crossed the line.
The flower on the high peak fell into darkness.
And as Lu Yunzheng kissed him brutally, unable to control himself, Lin Jiao's eyes curved into a smile.
Got him.
This man would be his prisoner for the rest of his life.
Content warnings:
1. A story about an older, abstinent, cold-hearted flower on a high peak being dragged down from his pedestal by a darkened, seductive love interest, as an old flame catches fire and he falls into ruin.
2. There was a misunderstanding behind why the top didn't help the bottom in their previous life. It's a story full of missed chances and regrets.
3. Both are each other's first, and both are faithful. The top has a disability affecting both legs and is paralyzed, but everything else works just fine. Whether there'll be a miracle of Jinjiang medicine, I'll make it up when I start writing.
4. I can't think of any other warnings for now. I'll add them if I think of any. The final version will be determined when I start writing.
[Archived with a screenshot on Weibo]
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