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  1. Jinse Zhaohualu Ancient Romance44k Wordsongoing There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years. I was sitting in the embroidery pavilion in the west wing of Shen's mansion, and my fingertips touched the dowry brocade. The body of the harp is made of fine red sandalwood, and the strings are made of ice silk, which is cool to the touch. Outside the window is the rain of late spring in March, pattering down, beating the begonias all over the garden to pieces. My mother came and cried yeste ReadsScoreShelves
  2. Jiao Fang Cuisine Record Ancient Romance44k Wordsongoing The wind in Yongxiang is the one in the palace who knows how to adapt to the wind. In the summer, it muffled, covering every crack in the mottled palace wall; in autumn, it changed its face, sobbing along the long and narrow lanes, rolling up the yellow leaves on the ground, and taking away the last bit of warmth. The wind was restrained when it passed through the embroidered houses of Zhumen, but when it came to my abandoned courtyard in the corner of the cold palace, it became unscrupulous an ReadsScoreShelves
  3. Thunder Sweeps Away Gangsters Urban44k Wordsongoing The rain, like broken beads, hit the concrete floor of Yuncheng hard. I stood at the entrance of the old alley, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar sights in front of me, and my heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand. Five years. The sand, gunpowder smoke, and blood soaked in the shirt from the north seemed to still stick to his skin. But the road home in front of me was damp, dark, and filled with an old musty smell. Xiao Bei, probably no one in Yuncheng remembers this name. They ReadsScoreShelves
  4. Dimensionality Reduction Strike System God Gazes at Me Eastern Fantasy67k Wordsongoing "Shen Moyan is on the third level of the foundation stage. His ranking in this year's spiritual power test is: at the bottom." The spiritual light on the test stone tablet was as bright as a firefly in a latrine, flickering on and off, lingering for a while. The laughter around me was like knives scraping against bones. I had long been accustomed to this sound, but I still clenched my fists unconsciously and dug my nails into my palms. "Tsk tsk, it's been three years, and you've climbed from t ReadsScoreShelves