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There is a man who has no sense of taste or pain. He is cold and composed.
There is a man whose ingenuity is unmatched, and who is called so clever he seems almost demonic.
This man excels at intricate schemes and profound analysis.
This man has lost every emotion, and... has even lost his life.
He possesses vast knowledge, yet continues tirelessly to seek out more.
He never grows weary.
He has no emotions at all, yet remains devoted to pursuing the feelings he desires,
whatever the cost.
This man, at once complex and simple, is called Chu Xuan.
Hua Manlou: flowers fill the mansion, beautiful but never vulgar, radiant but never gaudy.
He cannot see the world, yet he can sense people's hearts.
He cannot see the scenery, yet he feels the breeze, the sunset, the fragrance of flowers, and the beauty of life.
He has withdrawn from the clamor of the world, alone amid the flowers that fill his mansion.
He is alone, but not lonely. He is tranquil, as calm and serene as a clear lake.
Listening to flowers bloom and fade, watching the clouds gather and drift, that is Hua Manlou.
When Chu Xuan meets Hua Manlou, who will be whose salvation, and who will depend on whom?
When Hua Manlou transmigrates into the Infinite...
A few points to emphasize:
★ The pairing is Chu Xuan x Hua Manlou. The pairing can be reversed, but no one else may come between them!
★ This is not a serious drama. It's lighthearted, and the characters may be out of character, so bring your own warning signs.
★ This story is still being dug and patched up. If you fall into this pit, I'll dig it, but I won't fill it in.
★ I guarantee a happy ending. There are signs of a golden finger, so steer clear if that's not for you.
★ Thanks as well to Future Art Studio for making the cover. Thank you, dear Future~
In July 2023, I lost my footing and fell into a deep pit. There was nothing in the pit, and no one came to fill it. When I looked up, I still saw nothing. Despair enveloped me, and I knew I couldn't get out!
Good looking, my type
I promised not to abandon Da Ying Ying Ying.
Damn, I'm going to send you a piece of film.
Can you still get up and update the article?
Damn it, New Year's Day of 2020 has passed, why not update? _(:_∠)_
It's been 9 years and it's already 2019. Do you still want to update the article?
Does the author still remember this pitfall?
I looked down at the countless readers in the pit, frowned, raised my head, drew my sword and swung it. The sharp sword energy cut off the wings of Author No. 1 Who had just flown out of another pit. Soon, I heard the screams of Author No. 1 Being beaten by a group of readers. I murmured: "It's time... To settle the score with this author..."
Which year did the author celebrate New Year's Day? Why isn't it over yet?