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Peony dyes the night The heat of the wontons spread out in curls, mixed with the fragrance of peony in the evening breeze, and weaved a warm mist under the dim lamp, wrapping the small wonton stall in a warm and comforting way.The noodle soup in the porcelain bowl is filled with finely chopped green onions and dried shrimps. The hot air hits your face, making your heart soften a bit. Jin Xianling ate in a hurry, and as soon as he swallowed a mouthful of wontons, there was a little bit of soup on the…-
149.4 K • Ongoing
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Peony hairpin on temples The setting sun hung slanting in the sky, making the shadows of the two people walking side by side thin and long. Jin Xianling held Qing Fengan's hand and refused to let go. The hem of her black robe was stained with some fine peony petals, and it swayed a bit as she took a step, causing the passing vendors to look at her.Instead of restraining himself, he deliberately dangled the jade-carved peony on his wrist more clearly. His fingertips were still twisting the pink peony that…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Peony wraps around the wrist Before the scent of cinnamon had dissipated, Jin Xianling dragged Qing Feng down the mountain. Different from the impatience of the past, the young man walked very slowly. A corner of his black robe was blown up by the wind, revealing the red rope tied around his wrist. On the rope hung a jade-carved peony flower, which was white and transparent. It was carved from the warm jade that Qing Feng'an had found a few years ago. "Master," Jin Xianling suddenly stopped and turned…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Osmanthus Fragrance Fills the Courtyard Morning light spilled over the window lattices and across the bed, coating the two figures embracing each other in a layer of warm gold. Jin Xianling lingered in Qing Feng'an's arms, his cheek rubbing against the skin of his neck. The scent of ink mingled with the smell of soap from the fabric, light and reassuring. His usual gloom and obsession seemed to have been completely smoothed away by the tenderness of the night, leaving only the unique affection and…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Holding hands toward the evening The red candle burned to the end, and the last spark struggled to dance, and finally disappeared on the desk. The light from the sky shone in through the window lattice and fell on the hands clasped beside the bed. Qing Feng'an was awakened by the warmth on her fingertips.He opened his eyes and saw Jin Xianling's sleeping face.The young man's brows and eyes had lost their former sinisterness and paranoia, and he slept peacefully. His long eyelashes drooped down, casting…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Candle shadow shakes red The halo of red candles cast tiny shadows on the curtains, and the evening breeze passed through the window lattice, causing a very light sound. Qing Fengan closed her eyes and could clearly feel the breathing of the person beside her.Jin Xianling's breath was very light, with the fragrance of ink and a hint of medicine, lingering on the tip of his nose. It was not as suffocating as before. The wooden board beside the bed sank slightly, and it was Jin Xianling who moved her…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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"Heartbeat" The evening breeze was cooler, and the lantern on the porch was rolled up and swayed, making the shadows of the two people grow longer and shorter. Qing Fengan looked at the undisguised madness in Jin Xianling's eyes, and the exhaustion in her heart actually overcame the chill.He slowly loosened his clenched fist, the paleness of his knuckles slowly faded away, and there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice that he had not even noticed: "Bury with me? Jin Xianling, do you love me, or do you…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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purpose The evening breeze carried the dim red candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the window lattice.Qing Feng'an stood in the corridor, the coolness on his fingertips seeping into his bones and blood through the fabric of his clothes. The door of the new house behind him was ajar. The overwhelmingly thick fragrance of ink mixed with the sweetness of red candles penetrated to the tip of his nose, like an invisible net, trapping him in this small place. He didn't look back, but he could clearly…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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Cloud Flow Sword Shadows Lock the Crazed Strings Late spring in Gusu City was soaked in moisture. The bluestone paths were polished bright by the morning rain, and willow catkins clung to shoulders with the soft stickiness unique to Jiangnan. Qing Feng'an, dressed in green cloth robes with a primitive scabbard on his back, looked out of place amidst the mundane bustle, his cold detachment making him seem even more like a solitary immortal. He walked slowly along Pingjiang Road, intending to take in the…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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step by step Half of the red candles were burned out, and silence finally returned to the auditorium where all the guests had dispersed.Qing Feng'an stood outside the door of his new house. His bright red wedding dress made his face look even clearer. His fingertips were hanging on the door and he didn't move. There was a slight noise in the house, the rustle of cloth rubbing against each other.He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Jin Xianling has taken off her red hijab. After the disguise,…
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149.4 K • Ongoing
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