Tales of the Night: Lin Lang

Xi Xiu still couldn't understand how he had misjudged him back then. Thinking back to what he'd said to him at the time, he couldn't help laughing. Maybe someone really had told him to... [corrupted text]... Then he went for a soak in the river, and only after that did he feel better. What a fool he'd been. At the thought, he couldn't help letting out a laugh.

But this person really wasn't as easy to bully as he looked. Otherwise, how could he, a mighty war god in his own right, have ended up in such a sorry state?

If Jin Fuchun hadn't gone to his head, if that misty, rainy afternoon hadn't come, and if he hadn't met that figure in white on the waterside pavilion, who knows how carefree and happy he might be now? Though perhaps life would have been just a little dull...

(Pseudo) mystery, (pseudo) horror, a strange-tales series. There are aloof tsunderes, flashy and domineering types, young boys and girls, adorable pets... All kinds and styles, pick whichever you like. Come on, get in the bowl~

Writing is so hard, and Yezi isn't very good at it either. With all the exams and other worries, I'll put Linlang on hold for now. It'd be better to post again once I've built up a backlog, I guess. Sigh~ Everyone, do your best to live well! You can do it!