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442 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2022
“For as long as you live?”
“For as long as I live.”
“I might walk very fast, with no regard for you.”
“That’s all right, I’ll chase after you.”
“I might not want to walk anymore and just stand there.”
“Then I’ll stand with Shizun.”
That’s why, as time went on, I never even realized—
That as the days had passed, I’d grown into the you I held in my heart.
“Three thousand, seven hundred and ninety-nine.”
He had counted as he walked. That was the number of steps up to the main gate, the number of steps that Chu Wanning had climbed that day, carrying him on his back.
“Okay. If I lose, I’ll make Shizun lots and lots of lotus crisp and lots and lots of stewed crab meatballs.”
“And lots and lots of honey-glazed sweet lotus root too.”
“Sure thing. But what if Shizun loses?”
“What do you want?”
“If Shizun loses, Shizun will have to eat all the lotus crisp and stewed crab meatballs I make.”
“And all the honey-glazed sweet lotus root too.”
Ye Wangxi felt he was a moth to Nangong Si’s flame. He couldn’t help being drawn to that warmth even if it led to his own ruin.
“I want to hold an umbrella over Shizun for as long as I live.”
In his last life, he had loved someone dearly. Later, that person had given up his life, and Mo Ran had fallen into hell.
In this life, there was someone who loved and protected him. Later, that person had given up his life, and brought Mo Ran back to the world of the living.
In his last life, he had been a destroyer. In this one, he wanted to be a protector.
Where his shizun was, there was a flame.
Where Chu Wanning was, there was light.
Later, when Mo Ran saw the blooming flowers of spring, he would think of him, and when he saw the falling snows of winter, he would think of him as well.
Later, every daybreak was golden like Chu Wanning's soul. Every nightfall was dark like Chu Wanning's eyes. Later, every beam of white moonlight was like the snow of his sleeves, every rising sun was like the warmth in his eyes. Later, he'd see Chu Wanning's silhouette in the vermilion clouds on the horizon, in the cerulean light of dawn, in the surging, billowing clouds overhead. He was everywhere.
He wished dearly that, before Chu Wanning awakened, he could be a little better, and then better still. Only then could the worst, worst disciple in the world possibly summon up the feeble courage to call out to the best, best shizun in the world.
Skin brushed skin for only an instant, Mo Ran didn't dare touch him more than that, and neither did Chu Wanning dare allow it.
One was a torrential stream with nowhere to go, and the other a pond that was all but dried up. They were clearly a perfect match—if only one were to go into the other, the former would no longer churn restlessly with no outlet, and the latter could be filled and watered, parched cracks soon mended.
But neither of them would do it, each hiding from the other.
Lust, desire.
Love.
Chu Wanning...
He finally unearthed that name. Cleared away sand and dirt to reveal precious treasure. It had always been Chu Wanning... This intimate feeling, this blazing love, it had always belonged to Chu Wanning!
Finally he realized that, all this time, he had loved Chu Wanning. It was love. He couldn't believe how obtuse he'd been, how biased, how foolish, how blind. He couldn't believe it had taken him this long to come to his senses.
He was in love with Chu Wanning.
His eyes: sharp and narrow, radiating an impression of severity and harshness when not smiling. Unlikable. His nose: bridge too flat, curve too soft, profile unremarkable. Unlikable. His mouth... Forget it. This mouth was too like the words that came out of it—thin, cold, and indifferent, lacking any warmth whatsoever. Naturally, also unlikable.
Mo Ran was out of his mind being aroused by this sight.
He would never set so much as a single foot into Wubei Temple for as long as he lived. Nor would he refer to Huaizui as Shizun ever again.
Ye Wangxi felt he was a moth to Nangong Si’s flame. He couldn’t help being drawn to that warmth even if it led to his own ruin.
But Nangong Si didn't want him.


In his last life, he had loved someone dearly. Later, that person had given up his life, and Mo Ran had fallen into hell.
In this life, there was someone who loved and protected him. Later, that person had given up his life, and brought Mo Ran back to the world of the living.

This person was very tall, quite a bit taller than Chu Wanning [...] His shoulders were strong and broad, and the shoulder blades that flexed beneath his golden skin hinted at a concealed strenght with each lift of his arms. The water cascaded over his body, rivulets gathering into streams to flow down the wide expanse of his powerfull, masculine back. [...]
As someone accustomed to asceticism, Chu Wanning had never seen such a carnal sight. His ears burned as he hastily turned to leave.

In his panic, and with no dignity left to speak of, a strong, shapely hand grabbed him and pulled him up from the streaming water.
"Are you okay?" The man spoke in a deep soothing voice, one hand around Chu Wanning's arm. The difference in their heights was such that his breath puffed against Chu Wanning's ear as he lowered his head to speak, "Careful, it's slippery here."
Chu Wanning's ears burned even hotter. He could sense that man's chest behind him, mere inches from his back, rising and fallng, up and down. [...] Chu Wanning was both indignant and mortified at once - never had he been touched by someone like this!

"I want to hold an umbrella over Shizun for as long as I live."
As he listened silently, Chu Wanning felt a burning in his chest. It was such a heartwarming thing to hear, yet he found himself wanting to cry. He was someone who had walked for too long and had finally found shelter where they could lie down and rest. Even his bones felt like they might fall apart as he collapsed.


Holding down the fire raging in his chest, he asked, mild as ever, "For as long as you live?"
"For as long as I live."
"I might walk very fast, with no regard for you."
"That's all right, I'll chase after you."
"I might not want to walk anymore and just stand there.
"Then I'll stand with Shizun."
Agitated by his unfaltering answers, Chu Wanning flicked his sleeves and said, "Then what if I can't walk anymore?"
"I'll carry you."

"This robe's made of a pretty good fabric, light and warm. If Shizun likes it, I can have it altered to be smaller and…"
[...]
"Do you even know what size I wear?" Chu Wanning asked.
Mo Ran thought: how could I possibly not know Chu Wanning's size? He could approximate the size of Chu Wanning's waist just by circling his arms, and he knew if Chu Wanning stood on tiptoes, his chin would be level with his own shoulders. In the past, Chu Wanning would sometimes bite him in the throes of passion despite himself, leaving twin crescents of teeth marks beside his collarbone that wouldn't fade for days. Of course he knew the lenght of Chu Wanning's legs as well - legs that were so powerful when they wrestled, but so helpless when wrapped around his waist, slim calf muscles quivering, smoothly rounded toes tightly curled… And how could he possibly not know the exact breadth of Chu Wanning's shoulders, or the full, plump curvature of his buttocks?
Chu Wanning, for his part, was pure as the driven snow and had no idea what he'd just asked.

So absorbed was he in the task that he didn't even notice Chu Wanning's approach. His gaze was focused downward as he worked diligently, his straight nose casting a shadow across his cheek as a bead of sweat trickled down. A feral scent emanated from his body, scorching and wild, muted yet fervent. Under the sunlight, his skin was like red-hot steel that had just come out of the crucible, still crackling with sparks and hissing with steam - blindingly bright, beautifully brilliant.
Standing a short distance away, Chu Wanning enjoyed the view for a while before abruptly realizing what he was doing. He frowned, shook his head, and muttered something under his breath.

Chu Wanning had no time to cast anything. On reflex, he reached out to grab at the hard-working person before him. As luck would have it, Chu Wanning latched onto Mo Ran's belt and stumbled forward a few steps to fall against a broad chest that was hot to the touch and musky with masculine scent, finding himself wrapped in a pair of strong, solid arms.
Mo Ran was minding his own business, reaping rice, when he felt a hand yanking his belt down from behind. That in itself was Quite a shock. But it was an even bigger shock to turn around and find Chu Wanning, who was about to fall over.
[...] He had no choice: he had to grab him with both arms. That person, dressed in floating white robes and smeling faintly of haitang blossoms, landed solidly against his chest, and Mo Ran reflexively closed his arms around him in an embrace.

5 'Beautifully painfull' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
5 'My baby shizun' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
4,5 'Wontons, stairs, and Mo Ran's childhood' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
4,5 'Farm arc' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
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tbr“He murmured, “Three thousand, seven hundred and ninety-nine.” He had counted as he walked. That was the number of steps up to the main gate, the number of steps that Chu Wanning had climbed that day, carrying him on his back. He was certain that for as long as he lived, he would never forget Chu Wanning’s hands, cold as ice, chafed raw and bloody.”
“In his last life, he had been a destroyer. In this one, he wanted to be a protector.”
“For as long as you live?”
“For as long as I live.”
“I might walk very fast, with no regard for you.”
“That’s all right, I’ll chase after you.”
“I might not want to walk anymore and just stand there.”
“Then I’ll stand with Shizun.”
“I want to hold an umbrella over Shizun for as long as I live.”
