JJWXC catalogue
Books by Tearstained Red Feather
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I Am Echizen Ryoga 我是越前龙雅
She put on a white school uniform shirt, deliberately leaving the top two buttons undone to reveal snow-white skin and a sexy, alluring collarbone. She loosely tied a black necktie beneath the shirt collar, letting her fair collarbone peek through and inviting even more imagination. She combed her waist-length dark green hair with her fingers. Elegant... no, she should be Echizen Ryoga now. Satisfied, she admired the handsome, bewitching young man in the mirror.
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Looking Back, All Are Strangers [Yang Jian Fanfic] 回首皆陌然[杨戬同人]
The silver shattered completely, revealing a snow-white robe. But a shocking trail of blood wound across its chest and abdomen... As if in slow motion, that tall, proud figure slowly fell into the cold stream behind him... (This story has no pairing. I chose the danmei category only because there were so few options.)
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The Prince of Tennis: I Am the Son of God 网王——吾为神之子
Yukimura was completely exasperated this time. How did he look like a girl?! (My lord, you... why don't you tell us how you don't look like one...) He could forgive him for mistaking his gender, but not even letting him explain... That was definitely Sanada Genichiro's fault! And he wasn't short! They were about the same age, okay?! It was just... just that he was a little shorter than Sanada Genichiro... He swore that one day he would grow taller than Sanada Genichiro! Then they'd see which of
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Ling Xin (Lotus Lantern Fanfiction) 凌心 （宝莲灯同人）
The Heavenly Court has thirty-three tiers, each with its own unique scenery. Every tier is breathtakingly beautiful, steeped in celestial aura. Yet in a remote, little-known corner of the celestial realm lies an endless expanse of frigid ice and snow. The ethereal notes of a zither drift through this white world, lingering and drawing all who hear them into a spell. A moment later, the music falls silent. The man in white gently strokes the strings of his zither. His handsome face is as cold as
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