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Books by Snow-Clad Dust
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Wuthering Waves: Ten Thousand Years Later, I'm Still in the World 鸣潮：万年之后，我仍在人间
Ten thousand years ago, the first Great Lament descended upon Solaris. After that, he traveled across the shattered earth with the Wanderers, and accompanied one civilization after another through long nights. Then, during a world-ending Great Lament, a sword pierced his heart and he fell into a rift in time, vanishing from the world. From then on, everyone who had once traveled with him believed he was long dead. Ten thousand years later, amid the snowstorms of the Roy Icefield, an ice boat cro
4.5kReads—Score817Shelves
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Wuthering Waves: Reborn as a Dragon 鸣潮：重生后的我变成了一条龙
[Wuthering Waves] [Fanfiction] [Fanwork] [Reborn] [No System] [Making up for regrets] [A little angst] Luoweian: The characters Wei'an are his wish, meaning to keep the world at peace and live a carefree life. Luo comes from his homeland, from the banks of the Luo River. An, for the peace he hopes to find in this life. And so, his name is Luoweian. The youth who came from the banks of the Luo River first discovered how vast the world was and how richly life flourished. In his youth, he was full
413Reads—Score—Shelves
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Wuthering Waves: I'm Just a Wandering Doctor 鸣潮：我只是一个云游的医师
[Wuthering Waves] [Fanfiction] [Multiple Heroines] [Slow Burn] "Hello, my name is Luo Weian. I'm a physician." "?" "You want to know what a physician does?" "Yes, that's a silly question." "A physician, of course, is a profession." "Ahem, all right. Just kidding." "For most people, being a physician might simply be an honest profession." "But for me..." Luo Weian swirled the liquor in his glass and smiled nonchalantly. "It's more like a convenient identity for traveling the world." Treating the
75Reads—Score394Shelves
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Wuthering Waves: Her Very Own Young Master 鸣潮：独属于她的公子
In my memories, a woman’s voice always seems to echo in my mind: “Hey, wake up. Wake up.” “How are you? Are you all right? Why did you collapse here?” “I... I don’t know.” “Then do you remember your name?” “I... I don’t remember.” “Why don’t I give you a name, then? How does that sound?” “Okay.” “Hmm, let me think. Oh, I’ve got it. I’ll call you Moyu. How does that sound?” “Moyu?” “‘A stranger on the road, as lovely as jade; a gentleman without equal in all the world.’ I read it in a
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