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Books by 笔底走云边

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  1. SCP-CN-3141 Clouds Flow from the Pen's Tip笔底走云边8k WordsCompleted SCP-CN-3141 65Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Doomsday: The Dog I Fed Became a Mutant Hound 末日：我投喂的狗狗成了变异犬 Clouds Flow from the Pen's Tip笔底走云边Sci-Fi & Apocalypse120k WordsOngoing The apocalypse has arrived. Zombies roam the land, and once-prosperous cities have become hell on earth. A pork vendor is surrounded by a horde of zombies as he starves on the brink of death. Just as he closes his eyes and awaits his end, a three-story-tall beast smashes through the street. It turns out to be Xiao Huang, the stray dog he used to feed every day. He thinks he’s about to be killed by the dog, but Xiao Huang brings him a box of canned food instead. By the next morning, the empty s 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. They Stumbled Onward, Step by Step 他们跌跌撞撞，一路前行 Clouds Flow from the Pen's Tip笔底走云边Urban131k WordsCompleted Everyone is a solitary island, and the bridges they long for have been lost in the river of time. They stumble and struggle to survive, pressing on through hardship with their dreams in tow. Deep inside, they possess a great and gentle strength, yet there is nowhere to put all that wounded beauty. But in the darkness, they begin to awaken. Clinging to the hope in their hearts, they preserve human dignity through words and culture. They sketch their souls with the tips of their pens and pour out 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Transported into Dream of the Red Chamber: A Cheerful Girl's Adventure 穿入红楼：呆萌女的奇遇 Clouds Flow from the Pen's Tip笔底走云边Female-Channel Fanfiction128k WordsOngoing Eight-Sound Ganzhou: Mou Qingwan I gaze upon the deep courtyard where sorrow is locked away, while wind and rain buffet the red chambers. I lament the early loss of both parents, left alone, a solitary figure leaning against a high tower. I watch splendor pass like a dream, while fame and fortune never cease their demands. Only my heart soars high, my aspirations reaching the clouds. Alas, the world is cold and unkind. Let the flowers vie for beauty; I will keep to my quiet solitude. Facing with —Reads—Score—Shelves