Ten years of time flowed through the cracks in the celadon tea cup. Lin Shengyue is used to wrapping kindness in spikes, like coptis wrapped in sugar. When the boy turned around with the IOU in hand, the vines from the sky were climbing up the window lattice of her house - now the vines had already climbed all over the brick wall, but they could never get around the invisible ice wall between the two of them.
The turning point began that night when the plum wine was spilled in the moonlight.
"Lin Wangshuo." I guess this was the name she gave him. "Do you want to go out and live?" Lin Shengyue finally asked under the influence of drunkenness.
She thought that since Lin Wangshuo didn't like her so much, she might as well let him go free - after all, Lin Shengyue was already tired of being a "sister".
Five years have passed, and the boy standing in front of him has long lost his former innocence.
Lin Wangshuo pinched the black-rimmed glasses he had just taken off, his fingertips turned white, and when his Adam's apple rolled, he revealed the faded bite mark on his neck: "You can't even act now?" He deliberately emphasized the word "act", and there was a chilling coldness in his dark pupils.
"If you hate me so much, then everyone should stop acting."
Lin Shengyue stared at the man's action of unbuttoning his collar with drunken eyes. The scent of sandalwood mixed with plum wine made it even hotter than the pocket of banknotes five years ago. "Asshole!" She raised her foot and kicked him in the knee. The satin nightgown slipped like a faded cicada, "You should have starved to death in..."
The last sound was crushed between the teeth by the hot lips and tongue.
When the morning light pierced the gauze curtain, Lin Shengyue's hand holding the tip of the man's ear was shaking: "He is indeed an immature white-eyed wolf!" The fingertips dug into the old scar behind his ear.
"Lin Shengyue." He clasped her wrist with his backhand and rubbed the hot palm with his thumb, "Do you think that if you are so naive and just rely on luck, you can really stay safe and sound in this place?"
Pomegranate flowers were falling outside the window, and he suddenly buried his face in the crook of her neck, resting his chin on her collarbone, like a stray cat curled up on the porch on a rainy night: "You have to cut out my heart and soak it in formalin, so you can see it?"
"... Call me sister." She suddenly released her grip on the back of his neck, but her tone was still tense with the last trace of stubbornness, "Don't think that just saying a few stupid words can..."
The lingering sound melted into a minty kiss. Morning dew dripped from the Lingxiao vine, blooming old marks that had not healed over the years on the bluestone.
Intention: Love can redeem all things