Shi Dai had once touched him within the painted realm, letting Jiang Baiyan experience an intoxicating sense of bliss he had never known before, but it had vanished as swiftly as it came, like drinking poison to quench one’s thirst.

And after caressing his merman’s tail, Shi Dai had never touched him again.

That brief sweetness was far too fleeting to extinguish the torment burning within him.

Especially during the Lantern Festival.