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Aurora
Short Fiction极光
Wan Zhong Mountain
After three years of dating, Chen Wanwan had an accident. After learning that her eye was seriously injured, I gave her the cornea of my left eye. But when she woke up, she lost her memory and forgot about me. She hated me in every possible way, and instead made an engagement with Zhu Ma. Until that time, I happened to overhear a conversation in front of the box door. "Wanwan, how long are you going to pretend to have amnesia? Don't you really feel sorry for your boyfriend of three years?" Hearing this, my girlfriend, who has always been gentle and considerate to me, said indifferently: "When he stops pestering me." I smiled bitterly at the door. As she wished, I was about to leave.
After three years of dating, Chen Wanwan had an accident. After learning that her eye was seriously injured, I gave her the cornea of my left eye. But when she woke up, she lost her memory and forgot about me. She hated me in every possible way, and instead made an engagement with Zhu Ma. Until that time, I happened to overhear a conversation in front of the box door. "Wanwan, how long are you going to pretend to have amnesia? Don't you really feel sorry for your boyfriend of three years?" Hearing this, my girlfriend, who has always been gentle and considerate to me, said indifferently: "When he stops pestering me." I smiled bitterly at the door. As she wished, I was about to leave.

The Soul Has Never Dreamed
Short Fiction魂魄不曾入梦来
Wan Zhong Mountain
Because I was poor, the Lord of Hell was merciful and gave me a title of land protector in the underworld. The neighbor looked at me who had no cents and said, "That kid of yours went to the wrong grave again during Qingming Festival this year, and paid me the paper money and tributes." I finally decided to use money to dream and pay tribute to my silly son.
Because I was poor, the Lord of Hell was merciful and gave me a title of land protector in the underworld. The neighbor looked at me who had no cents and said, "That kid of yours went to the wrong grave again during Qingming Festival this year, and paid me the paper money and tributes." I finally decided to use money to dream and pay tribute to my silly son.