The Death of Lilac

I'm taking a break for a while, but I won't abandon the story. These two poor souls will get the perfect ending they deserve, but my writing skills aren't good enough for it yet. Thank you for understanding. See you in the future.

"All this time, he had seemed so far away. But now he was so close, close enough that only I could see the creases my weight had pressed into his always immaculate shirt."

Shameless, streetwise, foul-mouthed bottom x aloof, highly educated top with severe germophobia who looks down on the whole world

On the day of his grandfather's funeral, Jiang Jiming had planned to die beside him.

But then he saw his grandfather's suicide note.

So Jiang Jiming set his own date to die four years later.

With college about to begin, Jiang Jiming decided to make the most of his final four years.

And so he became a complete bastard, thug, and madman.

Until he met Xu Wangshu.

This upperclassman, so incompatible with him, was also the person he had long coveted.

Jiang Jiming had a quirk, or perhaps a "condition."

He liked watching people lose control, cry, go mad, and beg desperately in front of him.

Especially when he was the reason they lost control.

Afterward, Jiang Jiming would leave without looking back.

In the process, he had acquired a whole host of "enemies."

On the first day of the new semester at Linchuan University,

Jiang Jiming met his upperclassman, Xu Wangshu.

Xu Wangshu was famous at Linchuan University.

He was widely regarded as a genius in the School of Economics and Management, and perhaps at the entire university.

He was cold but gracious, stern but never quick to blame others.

A gentleman who kept everyone at arm's length.

"A gentleman? Hah, now that's interesting," Jiang Jiming said when he heard.

But Jiang Jiming was the one who stumbled when it came to Xu Wangshu.

Xu Wangshu seemed to loathe him and him alone.

Every time Jiang Jiming approached, Xu Wangshu would abruptly steer clear of him.

For a while, this made Jiang Jiming think he had body odor.

Then he saw Xu Wangshu looking up a word: "pheromone."

The first time Xu Wangshu saw Jiang Jiming, he felt something strange.

The scent coming from Jiang Jiming made his chest feel tight, and the nerve endings in his fingertips began to tingle.

Xu Wangshu thought he was about to lose control.

Theme: Tomorrow will be better