Shadows in the Bamboo Grove

Ren Ling had a personal gift ready for Su Hu, which was a lantern with a turtle drawn on it when he entered the brothel. In the few days that had passed since the night of the festival the warm sensation of lips on his, of another heartbeat pressing up to his chest, had not left Ren Ling's mind for long. It was more than enough to have the omega by his side, but to see Su Hu smiling gracefully, his thick, dark eyelashes fluttered delicately, framing his almond-shaped eyes like the petals of a lotus flower, drawing attention to their captivating depth and warmth.

Ren Ling needed to claim him and soon.

Thus, he found himself in high spirits to see Su Hu again. His Su Hu, the one he kissed, the one that had kissed him while the sky above erupted into colors, and something deep inside of Ren Ling pulled him forward—like a string that weaved their two souls together.