CHAPTERS
Zhou Shurong walked over. The sunlight receded from his body inch by inch. The indoor lighting was somewhat dim, casting a haze over him as if he had just stepped down from the clouds of some illusion. Qin Yan looked at him greedily. The air around him was cold and heavy, yet his face showed no trace of anger—he was smiling, refined and gentle. Step by step, he approached. He stopped in front of the two. Qin Yan’s gaze was intense and fixed on him. Zhou Langxing was frozen by the frost,…- 132.6 K • Completed
Even after sending off the graduating students, Yin Yan still had no time to rest. His painting "The Road," the portrait of Lu Zhengming, had just won the gold prize at the provincial art exhibition. It would now be packaged, along with the other winning works, by the provincial art association and shipped to Beijing for the national exhibition judging. Based on past experience, any piece that won at the provincial level would almost certainly be included in the national exhibition. A provincial gold…- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- While Zhou Shurong was lingering at the cemetery in the west of the city, pondering the “afterlife,” he came across a ghost—one he recognized, no less. The ghost seemed to be searching for something, wandering aimlessly until he suddenly bumped into Zhou Shurong, who was perched on a gravestone. Startled, he stared at Zhou Shurong for a long moment, hesitating as he said, “Hey, you look kind of familiar. Have we met?” Zhou Shurong, agitated and frustrated at his inability to comprehend the…
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- After the wind and rain finally calmed, lots of people took advantage of the rare time off to go out and enjoy themselves. Just in case, everyone carried an umbrella when they left the house—some opened it to block the sun, some held it in their hand, and others tucked it into their bags. Zhou Langxing stopped at a red light, watching the different colored umbrellas weaving through the crowd. He had a new car now—an ostentatious, bright red one, almost festive. According to him, it was a…
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- The whole way there, Lu Zhengming couldn’t take his eyes off Yin Yan. Yin Yan glanced back at him a few times from the corner of his eye, but Lu Zhengming didn’t even try to hide it. As they approached their destination, Yin Yan finally said, “What are you staring at?” “You’re different now.” Yin Yan stopped walking. “Different how?” “You look more alive.” Lu Zhengming kept watching him. “Before, you always looked tired. Especially when there was no one else around, you…
- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- Zhou Shurong didn’t come back. Qin Yan waited the whole night. On repeat, the news talked about yesterday’s small-scale acid rain, with meteorologists throwing around technical terms he couldn’t understand. Online, it was all peace and joy, as if nothing had happened the day before. He put down his phone. His eyes ached with a deep soreness. The moment he stood up, the world spun in a surreal whirl, everything tilting and shifting. Only when he collapsed onto the floor did he realize his…
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- The knocking went on for a long time before Lu Zhengming finally turned on the bedside lamp and glanced at his phone. Two-thirty in the morning. Just before waking, he had been dreaming that his body and Yin Yan’s were fused together, painting the same canvas. It was a dream he hadn’t wanted to leave, and the disruption filled him with fury. He opened the door with clenched fists, seething. Under the dim hallway light, a kiss tinged with the chill of night landed on his lips, instantly dousing…
- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- The kitchen was filled with the sound of bubbling, the unique spicy aroma of ginger wafting out from the pot, sneaking through the door cracks, and spreading through the living room. Zhou Langxing felt the spicy air pressing on his nose and mouth, stifling him, and his heart felt similarly heavy. As soon as he opened his mouth, the sharp ginger scent rushed into his nostrils, mouth, and throat. This wasn’t him wanting to cry. It was the irritating, pungent smell that was unbearable. When Qin…
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- At the start of the second semester in past years, Lu Zhengming would always be caught up in graduation projects with the fourth-years. Besides worrying over the students, there were all kinds of meetings at the faculty, the department, and the studio. Teaching plans, academic events, and new rules cooked up on a whim by the administration. The list of trivial matters was endless. Over the years, his once-edgy temperament had been smoothed out considerably. At the very least, when it came to dealing…
- 136.3 K • Ongoing
- As Zhou Shurong reveled in his newfound strength, he suddenly felt a strong resentment. He glanced at Zhou Langxing, who was slumped in the seat. The latter’s eyes were half-open, struggling to recover, but his face was twisted in a fierce expression, as though he was staring at an enemy. If he were to die now, he would surely turn into a vengeful ghost immediately. Was he scared silly? Zhou Shurong scratched his cheek, suddenly feeling displeased. He had died suddenly, and his last thoughts…
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