CHAPTERS
Lu Zhengming spent the last few days of class in a constant state of unease. He deeply regretted going on the field trip. After everything that had happened to Yin Yan, how could he have left him alone like that? Even if he was off the medication and seemed much better than before, acting normal at school, none of that could prove he was truly alright. It might just be a façade. Or maybe, while he was away, Ma Pingchuan had said something to him? Yin Yan was not the kind of person who would resign.…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
Some time ago, when Brother Wu went missing, it was Father Zhou who personally suppressed the news. When he received word of the accident at Ping’an Community, his left eyelid twitched—an ominous sign that left his heart deeply unsettled. He had only assigned two bodyguards to protect Qin Yan, but he knew all too well that in such a chaotic and dangerous environment, two human bodyguards were utterly useless. He had only done so because he was certain Zhou Shurong was lurking somewhere near Qin…- 132.6 K • Completed
- At first, Yin Yan noticed that he could no longer draw from memory. He assumed it was just a side effect of going off his medication and didn’t think much of it. The side effects were varied. Some physical, like sudden shifts in blood pressure, erectile dysfunction, or heightened libido. Others were emotional, like persistent fatigue, depression, or a compulsion to talk, which he often disguised cleverly in class, turning it into a charming trait. But this was the first time he had experienced…
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- Everything returned to silence. Only the cold, sharp moon overhead quietly looked on. Zhou Shurong lowered his eyes to look at the now-quiet shadow. Perhaps it was because, when he was still a wandering soul, he often hid inside shadows—now that he had become a vengeful ghost, his skill manifested as this strange shadow. The shadow lay still, without a trace of its recent act—devouring a man and a ghost. It was a skill derived from his shadow—Shadow Cage. Brother Wu wasn’t dead. He…
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- Yin Yan touched the collar around his neck every so often. In the mirror, the silver metal ring looked heavy, but it was lighter than expected. Lu Zhengming had custom-ordered it from lightweight alloy. It was more hygienic than leather, and unlike stainless steel, it would not weigh down the cervical spine. The exterior of the collar was engraved with intricate Byzantine-style patterns. Inside, in Lu Zhengming’s own handwriting, were the initials Y.Y. They had designed it together. Lu Zhengming…
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- When Qin Yan returned home from the hospital, Zhou Shurong told him he needed some time to calm down. Then he disappeared. Qin Yan was left alone, gently stroking the scar on his wrist. He sat in silence for a while. Outside the window, the unusually calm moon cast its cold light upon this absurd world. He pulled out the film Rouge, slipped it into the player, and turned off the lights, leaving only the screen’s dim, ghostly glow. Shadows of his lashes flickered across his face. He sat…
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- "Zhengming, we're home…" Yin Yan had to cover his mouth with his hand helplessly. From the car to the elevator, Lu Zhengming kept pulling him close, kissing him nonstop. “Home is wherever you are…” Lu Zhengming wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing close as he waited for him to unlock the door. The moment they stepped inside, the kissing resumed, sticky and fervent all the way into the bathroom. He could no longer stay calm. He was too cold. The first thing he needed to do after…
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- A box of condoms—ordinary enough, save for one with a strange flavor—yet even that ordinary sight unsettled Zhou Shurong. Truth be told, Qin Yan wasn’t doing any better. That night, Zhou Shurong held Qin Yan in his arms, whispering softly into his ear. Qin Yan’s cheeks flushed pale pink with embarrassment. He had just bathed, his skin still dewy with steam like a plump peach. Before he could respond, Zhou Shurong bit down, his teeth gently grinding, then followed with a rub of his cold…
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- The subway was crowded, packed like a tin of sardines. Qin Yan couldn’t help but think—do the ghosts who are reincarnating together also experience something like this? Even though they agreed to reincarnate together, would they miss their stop because they were squeezed out? Zhou Shurong was beside him, shielding him from part of the crowd. But it was quite unfortunate—his body was cold, probably because the air conditioning was too weak or had been absorbed by the crowd. The space was a…
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- Lu Zhengming woke up on the recliner in the studio, wrapped in a blanket that resembled a congealed whirlpool of red, freezing his stiff body along with it. He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized he had spent the entire night in the studio. It had been a long time since he last worked continuously for over twenty without rest, until he collapsed onto the recliner, already half-conscious. This reminded him of his student days when he had stayed up for an entire week to complete a…
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