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Zhou Langxing looked at himself in the mirror, unsure whether he should feel fortunate or sad. The twins’ faces were similar, almost identical. As long as Zhou Langxing was alive, he and everyone around him would never forget Zhou Shurong. Even when he grew old, he could still see the elderly Zhou Shurong in the mirror. His brother died, yet haunted him for a lifetime. How suffocating. Others would rely on Zhou Langxing to remember Zhou Shurong. When they looked at him, who were they…- 132.6 K • Completed
- Qin Yan heard Zhou Langxing’s words, his fingers curled slightly, and he shook his head slightly. He had never heard that Zhou Shurong had any particular fondness for a specific type of flower. Zhou Shurong had only given him red roses, so he had assumed… “Actually, these are my mom’s favorite flowers, and later they became ours too. If there’s no special preference, we would subconsciously choose yellow roses.” There was no need for Qin Yan to feel guilty for not…
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- Zhou Shurong’s heart would never beat again. But right now, there was a solution. Qin Yan had been inexplicably excited all day, overwhelmed with emotion, but the hours dragged on unbearably, and deep down, he was anxious. What if that person was a liar? A fool? A madman? Cursing an old man who might have just gone blind felt like a blow to the conscience. But… if you told anyone that the dead could return, wouldn’t they call it a fantasy? What’s more, the price wasn’t…
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- Qin Yan hadn’t eaten, hadn’t drunk anything. He simply kept his eyes glued to the clock on the wall. Half an hour remained until midnight. Only one lamp in the room was lit, casting a yellow glow. Suddenly, a knock came at the door, followed by a voice: “Your food delivery’s here!” Qin Yan blinked. After staring at the dim wall for so long, his eyes had gone fuzzy. He looked toward the honey-colored wooden door and said to the person outside, “I didn’t order anything. You must…
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- Back at the poorly soundproofed little house, Qin Yan quietly moved around the kitchen, making ginger tea. Soon, he brought it out. Before the tea even reached his stomach, Zhou Langxing already felt a rush of spicy heat flooding his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to pinch his nose shut, press his lips together, and clench his teeth. “Do I really have to drink this?” He hated ginger more than anything. “To ward off the chill,” Qin Yan replied simply. His gaze was soft as it fell on…
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- Zhou Langxing laid the truth before him, leaving no room for refusal. Qin Yan cried while choking on his words. “Why did he lie to me?” “A person with mental issues can’t think in a normal way.” “I shouldn’t have gone in there!” “It wasn’t your fault.” “It doesn’t matter that he lied to me. But I stayed up all night, and now it’s so late, I have to work tomorrow. I won’t be able to get up, I’ll be late!” “What work? I’ll call in sick for you…
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- “Really annoying.” A cold, faint sigh drifted through the air. The room was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight offering a reluctant glow. Whether standing or sleeping, it was impossible to discern the faces of anyone. Zhou Shurong was a newly born ghost, muddled in the first few days, acting entirely on instinct. Now, as the seventh day arrived, his awareness returned, but he found his lover crying so pitifully in his brother’s arms, and his heart felt extremely complicated. He…
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- Breakfast was noodles—simple, with at most a spoonful of chili sauce. Qin Yan ate without lifting his head, his expression unchanged, unaware of the taste. Zhou Shurong sat beside him, his hips not touching the chair—oh, he was floating. “No vegetables, no egg, not even a handful of scallions. What happened to your usual rituals?” Qin Yan didn’t respond, continuing to eat, spooning up noodles bite by bite. Once finished, he wiped his mouth, drank the soup, and carried the bowl toward the…
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- On Sunday, Qin Yan received a notice in the group chat—this year’s Children’s Day would change format. Instead of the children performing on stage, it would be the teachers who would perform, and the children would act as judges. The teacher who received the most red flowers would be crowned the “Child Star” of the kindergarten. On the surface, the teachers in the group responded calmly, but once they moved to their smaller chat groups, complaints began to flow: The…
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- Even ghosts bleed. The color and smell were so realistic that he almost thought he had come back to life. Zhou Shurong covered his ears, but it was useless. The sharp, piercing wails broke through his eardrums, swirling counterclockwise in his mind. Since regaining consciousness, he had expected that he might be injured by Taoist priests, monks, or shamans. But he never imagined that he would first fall victim to the cries of a baby ghost. The young parents were gently soothing their two crying…
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