Heads bowed, tears held back, leaning on each other, their furrowed brows weighed down by an unshakable sorrow. -- Peach Blossoms Scattered, Ink Still Fresh
Grass swayed in the breeze atop the grave. I could just make out those ink-black locks, smooth as silk. -- Peach Blossoms Scattered, Ink Still Fresh
In his dream, the person wore ink-colored robes. Through the mist, Mo Zhun's face appeared indistinctly. His picture-perfect features opened into a smile, as gentle as ever. He awoke with a start and looked out through the carved window. Snow was flying wildly, falling without a sound and leaving no trace. -- Peach Blossoms Scattered, Ink Still Fresh
A new story begins~~~ This one is a collection of novellas and short stories~~ O(∩_∩)O ~~As for updates, I can only manage one a week o(╯□╰)o My parents keep a close eye on me, so I can only sneak in a little time with my laptop once a week~ I'm a science student, so please be kind to me~~↖(^ω^)↗
Damn, can you jerk me off more?