No blurb? None.
Here you’ll find sad short stories.
Here you’ll find bonus chapters so awful they’ll make you cringe.
Here you’ll also find little stories written for friends as celebratory gifts.
These stories have no beginning or end. They’re entirely imaginary, rambling fantasies and wild imaginings.
I love to dream, so the stories here are always about transmigration, as if each protagonist were me, living through the stories and eras I never could. I use the pen in my hand in place of my own body, traveling through worlds and times.
And the one who experiences all this is me, him, and you, my dear friend. Can you also find a trace of yourself in these few words?
In short: heavenly thunder, earthly thunder, physical and emotional angst, past lives and present, transmigration and fantasy, mystery and horror...
Warning: No brickbats allowed here... If it’s not your thing, don’t come in.
A song called “Shy”...
Ping Zijun... = = I hope he is not a tragic man = =
Sure enough, she is a creature that keeps collapsing! Poof, she is a creature that keeps collapsing!
Rating, I can't understand it at the moment.
It's time to score~I'm here~
Um, the God of Death... I don't understand... Drifting by in a daze...
I have read a lot of articles and I have always been fascinated by them.
Woohoo... I'm really touched. Love makes people confused, crazy, and desperate. But in the end, it was the people around her who were hurt, those who cared about her the most...
How can two people be in love with each other for the rest of their lives...
Damn, can I apply for a friendly link with you?
Crazy for love, crazy for love...
What had been self-deception turned into decided cruelty. . .
Finally, he let go, letting go of everyone and himself.
Damn it!
Damn it!
Why did Mao write such a miserable and ending, so unsatisfactory! ! ! ! !
Tears run. . . .
The congratulatory message we designed for Nai had such a tragic ending!
. . . . Because I love her so much, I can't bear to leave, because I am too attached to the tenderness and pampering that only belongs to me.
So I can't bear to believe that I have lost it. The only Nalu who looks similar is my only salvation and comfort. Even if I am selfish, I just hope that my heart will no longer hurt.
But the more I immersed myself in the fantasy, the more the pain in my heart became recurring and abnormal. After all, they are just flowers in the mirror. . . . If you say "I don't believe in ghosts..." You can deceive yourself into covering your eyes, and you can deceive yourself into rejecting the fact that you already understand.
But if there really is a ghost, why is it that only Eugene is invisible? I just want to take another look... But what can I do if I take a look. . . Can you be brave enough to let go just by looking at it?
This is a question that cannot be answered. . . .
No, Ji Shen Jingyuan can't let go, nor can he let go of Wen Wen, let alone himself.
Come on, it looks pretty good...
Hehe, very cute~~continue...
Ping Zijun... = = I hope he is not a tragic man = =
Sure enough, she is a creature that keeps collapsing! Poof, she is a creature that keeps collapsing!
Rating, I can't understand it at the moment.
It's time to score~I'm here~
Um, the God of Death... I don't understand... Drifting by in a daze...
I have read a lot of articles and I have always been fascinated by them. Woohoo... I'm really touched. Love makes people confused, crazy, and desperate. But in the end, it was the people around her who were hurt, those who cared about her the most... How can two people be in love with each other for the rest of their lives... Damn, can I apply for a friendly link with you?
Crazy for love, crazy for love... What had been self-deception turned into decided cruelty. . . Finally, he let go, letting go of everyone and himself. Damn it! Damn it! Why did Mao write such a miserable and ending, so unsatisfactory! ! ! ! ! Tears run. . . . The congratulatory message we designed for Nai had such a tragic ending!
. . . . Because I love her so much, I can't bear to leave, because I am too attached to the tenderness and pampering that only belongs to me. So I can't bear to believe that I have lost it. The only Nalu who looks similar is my only salvation and comfort. Even if I am selfish, I just hope that my heart will no longer hurt. But the more I immersed myself in the fantasy, the more the pain in my heart became recurring and abnormal. After all, they are just flowers in the mirror. . . . If you say "I don't believe in ghosts..." You can deceive yourself into covering your eyes, and you can deceive yourself into rejecting the fact that you already understand. But if there really is a ghost, why is it that only Eugene is invisible? I just want to take another look... But what can I do if I take a look. . . Can you be brave enough to let go just by looking at it? This is a question that cannot be answered. . . . No, Ji Shen Jingyuan can't let go, nor can he let go of Wen Wen, let alone himself.