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Hei Pao Shi, though. He is firm, blunt, and commanding, where Shen Wei is polite and flexible. He says very little, but he openly displays abilities capable of levelling buildings and tearing apart streets. He smells of frost and ozone, and he blends into the heart of thunderstorms like he’s some elder god, like he was birthed from the chaos and now holds it in his hands.

Zhao Yunlan wants him.

Or: Zhao Yunlan discovers that Hei Pao Shi is a traditionalist.

Just few more days, Zhao Yunlan thought as he swept the back of his wrist harshly against his face. Maybe just in few days, he could meet him again.

AKA Zhao Yunlan grieving.

Shen Wei sighed.

Just ten more minutes, then he would drag Zhao Yunlan to sleep properly in bed.

But till then, he wanted to just stay like this.

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AKA Shen Wei finds Zhao Yunlan nodding off on couch again and instead of just watching him from a distance, he lets himself be close.

“Is that really wise? The omnipotent Hei Pao Shi, stuff of nightmares and legend, taking a mortal lover? Especially a defenseless, naïve, principled professor? Have you considered the risk to him? You have no natural weaknesses – but your attention makes him one. It makes him a target.”

Or: Zhao Yunlan comes to a unique conclusion while trying to puzzle out the relationship between Shen Wei and the Envoy.

If Shen Wei had any regrets about that little human life he had built for himself in Longcheng as a university professor, he certainly hid it from himself most of the time. On nights like that, where the incessant rain and dense mist made the air even colder and the streets even quieter, it was somehow difficult not to think about what had once been.
This night was just like many nights before, where Wu Xie wandered the streets, uncaring of the rain that slowly seeped through his clothes. Hoping just maybe it could sink all the way into his soul.
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When two men that should be strangers reunite on the rainy streets of Longcheng, an uncertain present and an intense past intertwine.
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At the exhibition, Zhao Yunlan gazed intently at the arts before him, the snow-capped mountains, the ethereal landscapes, the birds on branches, the peonies and koi.
The huge green tree with strong roots. The blossoming plum tree.
It was as if those images were photographs of things he had seen a long time ago, and that still remained vivid in his memory.
He needed to see the artist.