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Books by 苏锦虞
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The Disguiser Fanfiction: You Are the Red of April （伪装者同人）你是人间四月红
The flames of war sweep across the land, yet my heart yearns for home; one spring day, I smile at the vast and barren world. The rain falls softly, leaving endless desolation in the hearts of those who remain. In this life, loyalty to the country comes first; our love can never be made whole again. Most hateful of all is this fleeting life, as thin as paper: you are the bright red of April in this world. A The Disguiser fanfic, written in the style of a serious drama. I won't casually claim I'm
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Farewell Beyond the Clouds 云咫别
Everyone knows mandarin ducks are birds of love, but few know that the true birds of kindred spirits and mutual affection are the lingxi birds. Separated by rivers and clouds, close yet worlds apart, parting brings no peace. At last, their wish came true. PS: This video edit is authorized by Qingbaijun, the creator of the video of the same name on Bilibili. Much love to Qingbaijun. I hope you won't mind my terrible writing. Updates will be slow, and the story is short. It has absolutely nothing
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Like You (The Disguiser Fanfic) 如你（伪装者同人）
As gentle as you, as lovely as the fairest flower. To stay by your side means only to watch you live, then follow you in death. I want to dream a dream where you are there, where you are me. When I wake, I realize just how much I love you. In the end, my wish comes true... The story of Ming Lou and Ah Cheng after the War of Resistance Against Japan. Every word is absurdity, all of it written in blood and tears. Theme:
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Jinyue's Bygone Days 锦月旧年
Though women may be delicate and beautiful, they are of little use. Born a woman, if you cannot carry on the family line, then you are like a flower in spring: beautiful for a season, then reduced to mud... What have women done to deserve such abuse? How pitiful their plight, how helpless they are! Reborn as a woman, I refuse to wallow in self-pity. Facing life anew, I will no longer be a fragile climbing vine. Is it revenge or repayment? Am I indifferent or heartless? What is mine, no one can t
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