Zhenqing, Late Evening, Cold Dusk

After setting fire to a letter for Yin Jiu, she was burned all the way back to the Qing dynasty. At last, she gets to meet the man she’s been longing for, and she’s reborn as the Niohuru woman he has neglected for two years. Is this good fortune or bad? Perhaps it was all destined. Bring it on, let’s see who’s afraid of whom.

This is my first time writing a story, and I did it because I like Yin Zhen and want him to be happy.

I don’t want to deal with those headaches of power or those sickening conventions.

Perhaps history is always heavy, perhaps things never go as we wish,

but all that has already passed.

Ever since I came back from nine days of sketching at the Western Qing Tombs,

I haven’t been able to put it out of my mind.

So I’ve always wanted to write a story about Yin Zhen.

Yin Zhen has been through so much. Let him rest for a while…

Please share any feedback you have. I want to write this story well, even if it’s only to comfort myself. I just want Yin Zhen to have a little more happiness…

[I’m sorry, everyone. I’m in my second year of high school now, and I’m short on time, so I’m putting this story on hold. I’m truly sorry.

690727107 is my account. You can contact me there.

I’ll continue after the college entrance exams!!]