If nothing else goes wrong, it's basically a short story in one chapter. The details will depend more on the author's mood, hahaha. It's a bit more yandere, or a bit sadistic, and some of it is suspenseful. Anyway, if Baozi likes blind box stories and you don't mind, you can check it out. I'll post a synopsis of one of the stories here.
Your name is Qi Qing, and you are going to an abandoned city. Go and find the God of Judgment there. You have committed an unspeakable sin. On your way to find the abandoned city, you met a strange swordsman, a scholar with a sad face, a brothel girl who always had a weird smile on her face, an old man who always carried a broken burden but was very precious, and a couple who were always quarreling but unwilling to separate. A few of you unexpectedly got together in an inn in a desert. In the huge inn, only a scary-looking woman received you. On the first night, you had various frictions. When you woke up the next night, as expected, people died in the inn, and there was a storm and dust blocking the road. You will be trapped here for at least seven days. It is a dead end when you go out, but there are also many dangers inside. In order to spend the next seven days safely, you decided to find the murderer hiding in the inn. But you don't know that God's judgment on you has already been sent down, and atonement has already begun.
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He was her poisonous wine, and the deadly poison was like a devil's curse. She knew that if he came close, she would be doomed, but like a moth to the flame, she threw herself into the flames of destruction without hesitation. Every hug was like a cage made of thorns, with sharp thorns piercing her heart. When she let go, the pain was like her soul being torn apart, and she was in unbearable pain. They pulled repeatedly on the violent edge of love and hate. The wounds were like shocking cracks on the dry earth. They were the cruel traces of love and the ruthless proof of sadomasochism. In the endless darkness, she was like a lonely soul abandoned by the world, licking the bloody wounds alone. The memories were like countless cold steel knives, biting her fragile soul again and again.
She looked at his leaving back, tears welling up in her eyes, like water drops trapped in a glass cover, stubbornly refusing to fall. Their love is like a doomsday storm, raging overwhelmingly, leaving only ruins like after the end of the world. Those sweet pasts have now become the sharpest executioner's blade. Every time she recalls them, it is like a round of sadistic torture that makes her soul tremble. She struggled in the turbulent whirlpool of sadomasochism, her love was as humble as dust and as desperate as being trapped in a dark abyss, as if the whole world collapsed and dissipated like a bubble with his departure.
The writing style is quite good and the literary skills are very strong. Why is there no follow-up to "Peeping a Dream in a Cage"?
It looks great, thank you very much to the author!
He was her poisonous wine, and the deadly poison was like a devil's curse. She knew that if he came close, she would be doomed, but like a moth to the flame, she threw herself into the flames of destruction without hesitation. Every hug was like a cage made of thorns, with sharp thorns piercing her heart. When she let go, the pain was like her soul being torn apart, and she was in unbearable pain. They pulled repeatedly on the violent edge of love and hate. The wounds were like shocking cracks on the dry earth. They were the cruel traces of love and the ruthless proof of sadomasochism. In the endless darkness, she was like a lonely soul abandoned by the world, licking the bloody wounds alone. The memories were like countless cold steel knives, biting her fragile soul again and again. She looked at his leaving back, tears welling up in her eyes, like water drops trapped in a glass cover, stubbornly refusing to fall. Their love is like a doomsday storm, raging overwhelmingly, leaving only ruins like after the end of the world. Those sweet pasts have now become the sharpest executioner's blade. Every time she recalls them, it is like a round of sadistic torture that makes her soul tremble. She struggled in the turbulent whirlpool of sadomasochism, her love was as humble as dust and as desperate as being trapped in a dark abyss, as if the whole world collapsed and dissipated like a bubble with his departure.
The writing style is quite good and the literary skills are very strong. Why is there no follow-up to "Peeping a Dream in a Cage"?
It looks great, thank you very much to the author!