The Fragrance of Osmanthus in October

The necklace my grandmother left me always gives off a faint scent of osmanthus when I least expect it. Chen Yu always thought it was just an old keepsake from a beloved elder. Until one late night before starting university, I doubled back to the teaching building to retrieve something. As I passed the old osmanthus grove, the necklace on my chest suddenly grew hot and glimmered with an eerie light. At that very moment, I saw the most unforgettable sight of my life Beneath the moon, flowers and shadows swayed. A barefoot girl stood on a branch, breathtakingly beautiful, as if she did not belong to this world. My mind went blank, and the words slipped out: "Miss, I thought spirits weren't allowed to reveal themselves after the founding of the People's Republic." Her eyes shimmered, a chilling murderous intent gathered at her fingertips, and she sneered. "I'm a demon, you little brat. Keep saying things I don't want to hear, and believe me, I'll kill you and turn you into my nourishment." Chen Yu was usually quiet and withdrawn, but he had one habit he couldn't shake: once he set his mind on something, he would see it through to the end; once he set his heart on someone, it was for life. Now that he'd stumbled upon her, he had no intention of pretending he hadn't seen a thing. Even if you were a thousand-year-old demon, even if the world had no place for you, even if getting close to you would cost me my life. "You can kill me," he said, clutching the burning necklace, his gaze as stubborn as a bull's. "But before that, could you let me protect you?" In October, the osmanthus blooms for one person alone. Miss, don't kill me. Let me love you.