The Long Night Spreads Across the Sky

Coming Soon: My Three Thousand Years with You

(Sequel to This Hatred Is Hard to Bear, still featuring the kind of story where the top dies and the bottom goes mad...)

[Brilliant, Sweet-on-the-Outside-and-Ruthless-Within Top X Crazy, Obsessive, Wealthy Young Bottom]

[Top's POV, melodramatic trash for the bathroom]

[The Pursuit After the Breakup]

[Golden blood is an original setting, with no fantasy elements]

[Updates usually around 10 p.m.]

People say the sea of hatred is boundless and the tribulations of love are hard to overcome. Lin Jie Le only ever treated such things as jokes.

Day after day, he carved their features before the Buddha. The Buddha said all living beings suffer, but Lin Jie Le knew the Buddha would not deliver him from his pain.

The blood flowing through his veins was worth its weight in gold. People once praised him as being like the flesh of Tang Sanzang, said to grant immortality. Lin Jie Le only smiled. Others held the knife, and he was the meat on the chopping board. Even that had somehow become a sin.

But because of it, he had once clawed his way out of the filthiest slum to the top, enjoying fame, fortune, and glory, only to lose everything in a fire.

His past was all ashes. He had no interest in this life, and wanted only to live quietly in a corner of this temple, keeping company with the sandalwood incense.

But he came after him.

From hell to the Buddha's presence, from the sea of hatred to the merciless heavens.

Lin Jie Le raised his eyes and saw those bloodshot, blazing eyes, their madness and obsession etched to the bone. He smiled calmly.

"Zhong Shi An, are you going to kill me again?"

When Zhong Shi An first met Lin Jie Le, he thought he was just a stray dog that had wandered in. So what if he was clever? A bastard from the slums was nothing but a diversion for a young master to pass the time and dispel his gloom.

But even a stray dog will bite when pushed too far. Lin Jie Le left him battered from head to toe. More despairing still, Zhong Shi An discovered that a strange attraction had crept into his hatred for him.

He was like an injured dove, taken in by Lin Jie Le, silently but only for a little while. Then the whole building came crashing down, every scheme was exposed before his eyes, and everyone took Zhong Shi An's side against him. Lin Jie Le's wordless gaze in court would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

He fled in disgrace, only to be dragged back five years later.

By then, Lin Jie Le had climbed to the top on the strength of his father's trust. Zhong Shi An wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces in front of his father.

But Lin Jie Le still looked at him with that incomprehensible gaze. Flames soared into the sky. Zhong Shi An's eyes were bloodshot as he screamed Lin Jie Le's name like a madman, but all he could do was watch helplessly as the fire swallowed him, as if carrying all those lies and betrayals into the ashes with him.

Five years, then five more.

Sandalwood incense drifted through Lingyin Temple. The new sculptor kept his eyes lowered, his carving knife moving between his fingers, capturing every face of mortal life, yet never looking at anyone. Day after day, he stayed in the courtyard, polishing Buddha statues.

Until...

A hand with sharply defined knuckles clamped hard around his wrist.

"Lin Jie Le." Zhong Shi An's voice was steeped in blood, his eyes filled with a wildly growing obsession. "I would recognize you even if you were burned to ashes!"

"Does Young Master want my blood, or my life?" Lin Jie Le asked, his expression indifferent.

"I want you back. I want you by my side."

Theme: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha