Ciweimao catalogue
Books by 孤独的守护者
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Ciweimao books matched on the author's name.
- The Captain's Left-Behind Diary 舰长留下的日记 As I quietly left, I thought his only keepsake was a diary. Then I remembered what else he'd left behind: wonderful memories, the dolls at our sides, the game records, and the joy of having each other's company. "Captain... you'll always be in our hearts. Fight for a better world, and live on for a better world." Everything above is now completely invalid: I've stepped into this story, and I'll see how you can die now!!, Qiye 0Tickets199.9kClicks390Favorites
- His Journey 他的旅途 Just something I write for my own amusement. Updates whenever I feel like it, but I won't abandon it. 0Tickets35.9kClicks41Favorites
- The Storyteller 说书先生 A plot? There really isn't much, because the story here is broken into pieces. All I can do is slowly recount it by myself. You ask about the people around me? They left during that battle long ago. I should be the only one still alive. Whew, well, this is a story. None of us are the protagonists, because this reality isn't a place where a protagonist could possibly stay. They went straight for the boss, and I don't know what happened along the way. I only learned at the very end that this story 0Tickets11.9kClicks23Favorites
- My Honkai Journey 我的崩坏之旅 My flowers have bloomed, but something seems different. My ultimate goal seems to be death, yet somehow I end up surviving. I don't know who I did everything for, but I know I did it all so that she, or perhaps they, could live well. I think I've let someone down, but I know I can't make it right in this lifetime. I'll have to repay them in the next. 0Tickets1kClicks4Favorites
- Whether Mister Exists 先生存在与否 Are you false, or are you real? Do you even exist in reality? Who are you, and why are you here? I exist in reality, and I don't. I am you, and yet I am not. I'm just another person, the same as you, and yet also you. 0Tickets282Clicks2Favorites
- Everything That Happened in the Past 回溯过去的一切 The campus was quiet. The dormitory building was quiet. He sat alone at the entrance, looking into the empty dormitory. It was almost noon. “First to arrive, last to leave. That really is sad. Heh. Hahaha. In the end, I’m nothing at all. I never cried when we parted before, so why am I crying now? Damn it.” “Elementary school didn’t feel like anything. I’m still in touch with people from middle school. In high school, our final group got scattered to the winds. Only here did I feel what it meant 0Tickets273Clicks3Favorites
