All these years, time has worn everything smooth and ordinary. Only now do I realize how vivid all those little things are, things I never noticed before.
Once everything became vivid, I realized there was nothing left.
His shadow has vanished into the vast sea of humanity, yet all that remains in my memories is his nagging, his thoughtfulness, his tenderness.
Before my eyes, those ordinary years have all faded like passing clouds.
A short story about the entanglement between two middle-aged men. The ending and all that is just a passing cloud... It's not that I won't give them a proper ending. I really did plan from the start to stop here.
The main story I had envisioned for Lou Yahuan is already finished, but why is it so hard to let go? TAT Honestly, I never wanted Qin Zhao to come back. I wanted the two of them to miss each other like that, and I just wanted to write Song BOSS's reflections...!! Don't believe me? Just look at the blurb! Everything has already faded like a passing cloud... But in the end... I still went soft... I really am a doting author... Bringing Qin Zhao back is as far as I can go!
Extras coming soon.
Lou Yahuan's new work. Original boys' love, the story of a treacherous, scum bottom.
Three Years and Three Months, by Ye Louyan
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Sofa... What happened to Qin Zhao and Boss Song? When will we meet again?