Qidian catalogue
Books by 李庸和
- Matches
- 5
From the Qidian books we index, matched on the author's name.
-
Long-Necked Glass 长颈玻璃
Many years later, I still can't forget those nights in our shared rental, or all the scenes of A Qi I witnessed through the crack in the door. His tall, resolute profile beside a pile of books as he read with rapt concentration. The quiet, breathless intensity in his gaze showed how fervently he longed for knowledge, as if it could help him advance against fate and inch closer to seizing a chance to reach the moon reflected in the water. Perhaps immersing himself in books helped him endure his l
0Votes15Recs0Fans
-
The Mirror in the Attic 阁楼上的镜子
The world in its simple form, still at the beginning. We need protein, we need vitamins. Come, we need you and me. Stuff it full, stuff it full. A dance before the execution, with no princess and no prince. Just you and me. Let’s sing together, let’s dance together. Keep your eyes wide open and remember this night of revelry. From now on, the revelry will never end. Close your eyes and still your curled-up heart. The corpse party is a ritual. Keep all the filthy things away. The rot will eventua
0Votes8Recs0Fans
-
The White Rose of Night Beach 夜滩白玫瑰
In the Shanghai of the Republic of China, a dark, decadent world of excess, Zhao Qijun transforms from a sheltered, innocent young woman as the Night Paris gradually exposes her to worldly ways. Her appearance changes little by little, while deep inside she yearns for a love as dazzling as the sunset. In mysterious Shanghai, she heads toward an unknown fate. Her escape and his redemption become intertwined...
0Votes8Recs0Fans
-
Records of the Lost Hairpin 遗钗录
There’s no script for a person’s life. You’re simply swept along, living through it as you go.
0Votes150Recs0Fans
-
Eternal Youth 终青
When I was a teenager, I too thought the sky was darkest just before dawn. Decades later, I wrote in my diary that the day was like the scarred remains of an old person who had weathered years of hardship, yet still held on to a single glimmer of light that could not be extinguished. It was the end of youth and the beginning of old age. The past plays out before my eyes, scene by scene. Zhiqing said, “I always listened to Mom. I put up with more and indulged you more. I thought that way,
0Votes40Recs0Fans