
[FZ] Yan Qian
[FZ]雁千
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 16k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 13y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
8Chapters
38Favorites
8.7Score
1.5kClicks per chapter
27Comments
More by this author
Bow Down and Submit
[Promise of Wizard] The Dream That Will Eventually Shatter
My Partner Is a Mermaid
[Diabolik Lovers] Let Me Go Back!
[Screensaver Series] My Zao Ni Is in My Phone
[Diabolik Lovers] Sir, Could You Please Not Drink My Blood?
[Prince of Tennis] Snow at Dusk in Winter
[Reborn!] Farewell
[Prince of Tennis] May the Spring Blossoms Flourish
[Durarara!!] Time's Quiet Stain
[FZ] Cool Days, Night Winds
[Kuroko's Basketball] Once Upon a Time
Reader comments 26
Translated by Google Translate
Maybe it's because Uncle Kariya has such a deep unrequited love for Aoi-san that I like him. Seeing him working so persistently and even foolishly for the happiness of the one he loves, seeing him enduring the pain and still believing that "we will definitely be able to play together again", making wishes for others will definitely not lead to happiness, but maybe it is a kind of happiness for others. In the end, Kui Sang personally shattered his uncle's dream, and his uncle fell asleep forever in another dream. It was really sad. He was only moved by himself from beginning to end, but his happiness seemed to make people jealous.
Uncle is so kind... Kind and easy to cheat, Chiyo is so cute. Could you guys consider calling me by name directly...
That's great. I also want my uncle to treat me to steak (you
Uncle?!! I saw it right, it was uncle! Happy! So happy to be together! Author, I love you!
... The ages of Rin and Sakura are wrong, right = = I remember when the Fourth War started, Rin was seven years old and Sakura was six... Uncle, a good man, doesn't explain, although I think that even if he can be with Miss Aoi, there will be no good results...
I just hate that my hands are cheap +1 Go back and read Chapter 33 of Si Zhi Ru Kuang, huh~
I just hate that my hands are cheap. . .
After reading the postscript, Yingying felt even more hopeless... What I wrote was to miss my uncle's middle school years (in a sense, this is true, although it is not happy, it is also sad)... Yingying felt that he would be disliked to death...
I hate myself for running over to read the article in the middle of congratulations... I gave up on myself and was hopeless.
I was so excited when I saw the new article that I forgot to give points... Make up points...