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Snow and Storms Engulf Tibet
At seventeen, Ji Xia is summoned from the humid summer of Hong Kong to the old Shen family residence in Beijing by a phone call. Carrying blood ties that are half unfamiliar and the hidden past of her adoptive parents, she steps into the solemn, shadowy courtyard. Eight years later, beneath the blazing sunlight of Tibet, she meets again the Buddhist scion in crimson robes, his expression calm and composed. This is a long search for “origins” and “a way forward.” The sultry heat of the south and
5.2kReads8.7Score535Shelves
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A Long Winter in the Snowlands
Eight years ago, after a night of passion, Sheng Yiqing fled in a panic. Eight years later, they meet again. He is a Buddhist monk seated on his sacred pedestal; she is a cool-headed, capable architect. Then, on a night under a dazzling sky, he stops her. “Sheng Yiqing, let me buy you a cup of tea.” The butter tea cools, then boils again. Prayer flags ripple in the wind like an omen: the monk has fallen in love…
3.3kReads8.9Score407Shelves
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I'm Handsome
The cold Buddha on the snowy plateau truly felt for the first time that there was a kind of temperature in the world that could penetrate the thick monk's robe so domineeringly and reach deep into the soul, causing an almost burning throbbing. For the first time, the soft and waxy girl on the coast of Lingnan came into contact with a completely different kind of life force, marked by divinity and suffering. That power fascinated her, made her feel distressed, and allowed her to glimpse another v
1.3kReads8.4Score114Shelves
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Deep Spring in Tibet
New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
662Reads8.0Score100Shelves
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Tales of Jiangnan Agarwood
He entered the monastery, letting the morning bells and evening drums wash away the dust in his heart, and ten years of seasons passed in a blink. She carried the gentle warmth of Lingnan with her, traveling all the way to Jiangnan, where apricot blossoms fell in the spring rain. He wore his monk's robe, the wooden fish drum sounding low. She sat quietly by the streamside bridge, watching the clouds drift by. Deep in the ancient well, ripples stirred.
254Reads8.2Score—Shelves