Bone

Name: Bone
Author: Qiu Yulongqyl

by Qiu Yulongqyl

ongoing Ancient Romance Ancient Love Female Lead

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21Kwords7chapters

Latest:

Ch. 7 — Shoto

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About This Novel

"Do you believe that man is free?" "Don't believe it." "Then what are you still doing alive?" "Waiting to die. Let's see how others live." "If one day, your ideal asks you to die, will you agree?" "If that ideal is worth dying for, I will." "But you know that nothing will happen if you die." "That's better than not living at all." "... You don't look like someone who is afraid of death." "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to see myself clearly while I'm alive." "Then do you see clearly now?" "Can't see clearly, but - I see you." There was a copy of "Chu Ci" on the desk, and she turned to "Mountain Ghost". The mountain ghost wears hexapods and daisy flowers, and waits for his lover every night, but he never comes. She thought: She was probably that mountain ghost, but she didn't even have the courage to wait. He murmured in his dream, drew a knife in his dream, and whispered "Don't die..." Only then did she realize that he was not heartless, but that his expression had been dulled by too much blood and fire. When the taciturn man finally turned around, she was no longer the obedient young lady. The mountain ghost never waited for his lover, but she did. -- This article is written to commemorate the death of my lover for six years, and is dedicated to all silent memorial days. The years are silent, time will never return, spring flowers and autumn moon, life and death are permanent. Although people have traveled far away, their thoughts are still there. I wish to keep a little tenderness and a little relief in every rotation of the four seasons. He Pingzhou and Wang Miaomo, like the glimmer of light in the wind and snow, walked hand in hand in the still water and the deep current. I hope this book, like the warm sun in winter, soothes the old pain in my heart. The four seasons remain the same, and the world is still worth living.