Warning: This story contains mature scene. Rated +18

After Grayson's mother's funeral, the named Acalan Miller offered him to train the Chinese traditional dance who used to dance way back in history. On the day of one of his performances, he met someone that seems familiar to him. The day of his visit to the store that he used to rent outfits, he saw the man again.

There, he started to doubt the life he is living.  Beneath his blossom and spring life is beyond conflicts and mystery. The leaves started to fall and snow began to pour. Where would destiny carry him?

Endless Chasing.

"I was the one who was kind but it still seemed bad in his eyes," Austen growled. 


He was now inside Grayson's room with Elijah. He has a small stick and he wiggles it in annoyance. The two did not know where he got that thing. 


"If I only knew he didn't know how to be grateful, I would have just let the coachman beat him," he still grumbling. 


The two suppressed a laugh as they listened to him tell his story. 


"Did you get his name? What would happen to him, if he couldn’t find the friend he was looking for. As you said, any high tech doesn't work here — even the automatic light," Grayson replied. 


"It was his fault. If he hadn't acted up like that he might have had a chance that I help him find his friend," he shrugged. 


"Grayson was right. This place is not familiar to city dwellers. You should've cut him some slack," Elijah said. 


He didn't answer and keeps swinging the stick he's holding. 


"By the way, why are you here?" Grayson asks. 
