JJWXC catalogue
Books by 晚星睡不醒
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From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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A Lie-Flat Slacker Stumbles into a Cutthroat Cultivation World 躺平人误入内卷修真界
By a twist of fate, Qunqing entered the inner sect of Yuxu Mountain. Surrounded by fellow disciples with extraordinary talents who were fiercely competitive, she became convinced that, since she couldn’t absorb spiritual energy, her only option was to lie flat. To avoid being kicked out of the sect, Qunqing used every ounce of her acting skills to convince her teacher that she had tried so hard she simply couldn’t do any better. Her goal was to land a permanent job as the sect’s gardener and coa
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Sunflowers Beneath the Moonlight 月光下的向日葵
A pretty predictable Gensouji fic, with just a little twist involving the embryo. This is my first SC fanfic, so please be kind! He thought that when sunflowers bowed their heads at night, they were trying to find a place untouched by the moonlight. Later, he learned that when sunflowers bowed their heads at night, it wasn't out of defiance, but... shyness... Theme:
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I Raise My Long Bow to Shoot the Heavenly Wolf 举长矢兮射天狼
"A Yin," he suddenly called her name. "Let's get married at the end of the year." "Are you saying I asked for your hand too late? I've already checked the date. The twentieth day of the eleventh month is the day." His words carried a hidden meaning. "I keep thinking it's too soon, and yet also too late." A hundred years of joy, peace, and safety, all repaid with betrayal. But when Youdu opened and the Eight Wildernesses were reshuffled, only then did she realize how shallow her love had been.
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The Red Bean's Calling 红豆引
[Enter at your own risk! A melodramatic piece written over a decade ago] Remembering Qin E: The Red Bean's Call Unable to contain my feelings before the wedding, I sat awake through the night, and these words finally came to me. Spring in the south, spring stirs the east wind to anger. The east wind rages, branches bear red beans, and the clepsydra drips through the night. Lying in your arms, my longing aches; sitting alone, my heart is heavy. A thousand words fill my heart, yet none can be p
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