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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…- 132.6 K • Completed
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…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- 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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- A ghost doesn’t have the concept of “falling asleep.” Qin Yan swore to accompany him through the long, endless night, flipping through his collection of DVDs while curiously asking, “How did you spend your nights before?” Zhou Shurong crouched next to him in front of the drawer on the left side of the TV cabinet, extending his hand to rummage through the DVDs. “Close my eyes and try not to think about anything, or just keep thinking. Otherwise…” “Otherwise what?” He glanced…
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- As the lights of the city began to twinkle, each person here had their own fate. Qin Yan was preparing dinner, directing Zhou Shurong to wash and chop vegetables, while Zhou Langxing was drowning his sorrows in a friend’s bar. He didn’t want to go home, so he drove aimlessly around the city. The city lights suddenly lit up in unison, and he realized it was already evening. Sitting at the bar counter, he silently warded off countless people who tried to strike up a conversation. Zhou…
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- Was Zhou Shurong really not harboring any ulterior motives? Qin Yan quietly looked at him. The topic had drifted far away by now—Zhou Shurong was recounting how, after regaining consciousness, he realized he had become a ghost, how shocked he was. He talked about accidentally breaking a lightbulb, trying to fix it while Qin Yan wasn’t paying attention, only to make it worse. He described the first time Qin Yan went out without an umbrella—he could only shrink back behind the door and watch him…
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