chinese novel
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This was why He Liansheng’s destined sword was named Taoyuan. Why the first spell he learned was Peach Blossom Blooming. In the river of time, Xing Shuishui saw He Liansheng’s past lives and present life. All his memories gazed back at her. Strong emotions enveloped her completely. Her hand barely touched the mirror’s surface when…
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“I have separation anxiety, Shu He. Can you come back earlier?” “….Do you have to be so clingy?” “I miss you.” In the past when they were dating, whenever she needed to go home for the New Year, he would always be this sticky and affectionate, wanting her to return soon. Shu He turned around…
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The young ladies, gentlemen and women were asked to leave, with lanterns swaying under the eaves outside. As the lights overlapped, the recently awakened Jiang Wanyi walked down the stone steps with the other women. She looked back and saw the silhouettes of a gentleman and lady sitting by the window behind the lantern-lit curtains.…
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In the room with tightly drawn curtains, Jing Yi’s throat tightened as he struggled to speak: “Why are you looking for me?” Shu He immediately caught the distance in his voice. She stared at his bloodshot eyes. “Are you a child? Hiding away to cry in secret.” Hearing her unusually cold voice, a wave of…
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For someone like Lu Yun who often made women jealous over him, he had become quite desensitized to women’s subtle tactics. His mind was preoccupied with court affairs rather than romance. Walking back to his courtyard with his hands behind his back, when he encountered these flirtatious cousins along the way, his first thought was…
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He returned to Fengdu City once again. The ghosts all stared at this fool who forced his way across the River of Forgetfulness. He had only been gone a short while before dying again, and such a horrible death it was — truly an awful sight. “Isn’t he the one who crossed the River of…
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After two years of not seeing Shu He, Jing Yi sat expressionless in his wheelchair. Before he could pretend to be cold and say anything, the woman had already walked past him with a calm expression. No pity, no hatred, no disappointment — just looking through him as if he were a stranger. Everything around…
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Ever since Luo Lingyu came to the Lu family, except for Lu Xian being normal at first, his behavior had been erratic. Even his mother found him strange, so it seemed natural that everyone thought he was ill? Standing by the pillar outside the small Buddhist shrine, separated by willow and locust trees in the…
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In his dream, he became Jing Lin again. That perfect Jing Lin without any flaws, whose every movement seemed controlled by a specific program. Like a mirror separating the two of them, he looked at himself in the mirror. Countless times he wanted to run away awkwardly, but “Jing Lin” followed him like an inescapable…
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The fire grew smaller as the cold wind penetrated everywhere. The boy moved closer with his frostbitten hands. The fire died out. A wisp of white smoke curled around his snow-covered eyes and brows. Children his age despised him, deliberately throwing snowballs at him. The boy had a bad temper – he grabbed someone and…