Fragrance Undercurrent

This is my first time writing, thank you for your support! Sorry, the update may be a bit slow! ————————??—————————————— Nearly 20GB of photos in the private album record his unspeakable love over the years Blood veins are like vines intertwined between the bones, taboo emotions grow wildly along the nerve endings, and those gentle words that are hesitant to speak, turn into calluses that will never heal in the silent heartbeat of the night, growing painfully and stubbornly. "Our encounter is a paradox written by genes. The tremor when the bones touch is hotter than any oath. I know that this love goes against common sense, but I am willing to be trapped in the cage woven by blood, like two interlaced ribs, supporting each other and burning each other." When Chen Yuejin, Jiang Yimian and Yang Shu were playing in the garden of their old house when they were young, they accidentally broke into a small garden they had never been to before. In the garden, the irises spread their petals like butterfly wings, glowing with mysterious purple light in the sun; The velvet cushions on the stone table in the center were like a gentle harbor formed by twilight, and three rings rested there quietly... A small stuffed ball-like thing sprang out and called them magic envoys. Later, Xiao Yuejin, Xiao Yimian and Xiao Shu learned that this little thing was called Ling. After a series of explanations from Ling, they signed a contract with Ling to obtain different elemental powers. Chen Yue's Jin water system, Jiang Yimian's ice and light system, and Yang Shu's fire system. During Jiang Yimian's first semester of high school, a somewhat aloof female Alpha was transferred to her class. During the conversation, she caught a glimpse of the soul ring between her fingers. After class, she told her brother Chen Yuejin the news. He said not to jump to conclusions, maybe it was just an ordinary decoration or something, and to go home and ask Ling. After school that day, when they were dealing with the Demon Envoy, a purple thunder and lightning struck straight down and harvested the Demon Envoy. At this time, a woman jumped down from a high place. The dusk coated her back with a hazy gold edge. Her waist-length purple hair poured down like a flowing amethyst waterfall, and the tips of her hair were glowing with a silky cold light. After she picked up the crystal, she disappeared before they could react... (Actually, this inspiration was accidentally created by elementary school. I read it out in April this year and found it very interesting, so I continued writing it.) 2025.7.1 Purpose: I hope everyone can feel the same way while reading. Thank you for reading.