
Prisoner's Diary: The Drifting Swallow
囚徒日记之飘零燕
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 369k Words
- Genre
- Urban Fiction
- Subgenre
- Urban Combat
- Updated
- 3y ago
- English
- Request a translation
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780Comments
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Zhongyan is just popping in to reserve a spot. At first glance, I've already added it to my favorites. I'm sending a vote to show my support. Writing is hard work, but perseverance is key. Keep it up!
Checking in to encourage each other, let's cheer each other on!
A very good book, full of positive energy. Author, please continue!
Fantastic work, wishing you continued success, will visit your page.
A very serene novel, elegant and beautiful.
Happy Lantern Festival! My friend, my longing for you is like these glutinous rice balls, stuffed full and round, boiling in the pot, overflowing in the bowl, and so sweet when you put them in your mouth! Happy Lantern Festival!
Great work, keep it up!
Shaoxing Kung Fu, drawing on the strengths of numerous schools, embodies the soul of Chinese martial arts. Every move displays both powerful beauty and agility and wisdom, inspiring awe in all who behold it.
I'll fill the green wine cup and keep you here. Don't rush off. Spring's beauty is tinged with sorrow, and a third with wind and rain. Flowers bloom and fade, how many have come and gone? Let us sing and not lament. Who knows where we'll meet again next year when the peonies bloom?
Battle scars adorn the mountains, wind and rain comfort the loyal souls. With the might of a tiger, they swept across ten thousand miles, their might dominating the clouds of southern Anhui. Wielding their spears left and right on the battlefield, these valiant generals galloped north and south, their achievements renowned throughout the Huai River region. One division subdued one hundred thousand, skillfully striking with overwhelming force.