JJWXC catalogue
Books by 丝媚
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The Chu River Flows East (Drawing Sword Fanfic) 楚江东逝（亮剑同人）
“Miss You, you’re from the south. Can you understand Peking opera?” Chu Yunfei asked, turning his face toward her. His profile was handsome, its lines straight and striking, like a statue of Achilles, the Greek god of war. Yi You gazed at him, a little dazed. “Miss You...” Chu Yunfei had to raise his voice. Several battalion commanders turned to look as well. “Huh?” Yi You snapped out of her Greek myth reverie, her cheeks flushed crimson. The battalion commanders snickered. Chu Yunfei gave a sli
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My Days in the Qing Dynasty 我在清朝过日子
An ordinary person transmigrates and is forced to become a widow, forced to become poor. Yet she still needs food, drink, and clothes. She opens a fast-food shop, sells snacks, and chases away flies. Some things are hard to avoid, like getting caught up in love triangles, squares, and all sorts of other entanglements, or becoming someone's thorn in their side before you know it. All in all, she just wants to live a quiet, comfortable life of her own, but keeps running into one setback after anot
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Blue Phoenix 蓝凤凰
The Republic of China era: what kind of time was it? “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; We had hope before us, we had nothing before us; We were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…” The She people, who revere Panhu
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A Slight Chill 微寒
The morning sun pierced the lace curtains, casting dappled, hazy shadows across an ornate iron bed covered with finely patterned bedding, and over the body of the woman sleeping in it. Perhaps awakened by the warmth of the sunlight slowly gathering, Weihan opened her eyes. After focusing, she took in the room again, barely twenty ping in size. The exquisitely crafted, elaborately patterned window and door trim, and the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading to the balcony, were old but intact, pre
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