Mo Qingyi.
A modern singer transmigrates into the opera world of Republican-era China.
A huadan, a young female role, named Qingyi.
An original story. Inspired by His Highness Hetu's The Thirty-Eighth Summer Solstice. I couldn't get permission, so I decided to write an original work instead. I promise not to borrow ideas or pay homage. Please be brutally honest and point out any similarities.
Her robes are clouds, her face a flower;
the spring breeze brushes the railing, heavy with dew and bloom.
If she were not seen atop the Jade Mountain,
she would be met beneath the moon on the Jade Terrace.
P.S. Actually, I'm a fanfic writer = =
Completed: the short HP story Qingyang.
The Professor loves no one at all. He only loves Lily.
Straight to my profile. Please crush on me, adopt me, and shower me with gifts.
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I really like your writing style "" I remember the 38th summer solstice, you said you would take me to Taipei." I really cried. It's so rotten.
As expected, the number of words is so small...
Express love for this kind of feeling! Ha ha
Whether this article is so cold may actually have something to do with the fact that the article is too thin...
Do you dare to write faster?! Dare you dare you dare!!!!!!!!
Love River Picture~ It's HE, right... It means the 38th Summer Solstice sounds good~ But I love white clothes more~ Come on~