I think, you love me. In her heart, there was a young girl clutching at her cuff, wiping the flower vase that had been impinged on by ash over and over again. But A Yin smiled and turned over, pulling the quilt close, and said, “I think, I’m tired.” She truly wasn’t good at this game of murmuring endearments; so, she had turned her love for Li Shiyi into a secret. Afterwards, the concealment of the secret had been destroyed, and it had been placed into the light of the sun, and had gotten washed out, and no longer counted as her. But this moment, she felt there was another secret secretly emerging just then, relying on that person not minding to take the trouble of watering, as if buds sprouting. The shape of the moon set in the west, and it was a brand new day; the Golden Crow of the sun dazzled and sent out rays of light, ushering the long-distance travelers onto cars and boats. Sweeping water aside and heading west, a bit more than a week later they arrived in Chongqing; the scorchi

When A Yin woke, the sun had already risen three measures; the window curtains had been pulled closed very securely, and the inside of the room was just as dark as the Teng serpent’s cave, but through the sliver of the curtains, the sunshine penetrated both clearly and brightly. It was as if she were weighed down in the spacious void of the deep sea, and what brought a calming scented air was the bubbling stream, and the thread of light was a fisherman’s line that lured her out of the sea. She didn’t know what sort the angling fisherman was, or how he planned to eat her, just as she didn’t know whether the scene outside the curtains was agreeable to the gaze. She wanted to cough quietly, yet her breastbone was numb and couldn’t rise eagerly, and the painful sensation of the bones of her limbs had just emerged from sleep; it was this that caused her to dully remember the matters of the day before. She twisted her ankles; since the past, when receiving an injury, she’d always had this cu

The ghostly essence dissipated like fog; the hun military soldiers disappeared without a trace; a few shadows of different lengths appeared on the stone wall; venerable deities, ghosts, birds and beasts, and mortals, each portrayed extremely impartially by the light, the lacquer blackness causing everything to be flattened. Everyone gazed at Li Shiyi, holding entirely different thoughts as they analysed her reaction. But Li Shiyi only blinked, and said a single exclamation: “Wu.” She didn’t have any other words to say. She accepted this unusual identity ordinarily, lacking even a single superfluous interest to offer, only having a bit of a sense of being out of sorts; this sense of being out of sorts truly wasn’t on the two characters of Fujun, but rather had its origin in A Luo’s deferential kneeling motion. A Luo perceptively rose; Li Shiyi shifted her neck; her shoulders still ached a bit, and waved a practised wave with her hang, beckoning Song Shijiu to her side, squeezing the ha

Translator's note: Sorry this one's a little late, it's a behemoth (over 5k in the raws) and I've had a busy weekend. Please excuse any errors on my part. - Li Shiyi waited until the others were customarily working in the night, and therefore waited until the moon had risen to pack up and leave. Tu Laoyao had been left behind to care for his wife and son and watch over the home; the bundle he’d usually carried in the past, he gave Wu Qian, wrapping layer after layer, attentively urging, following their car, headed towards Mount She, like an old female servant, leaning against the door. Tonight, there was a sporadic drizzle, absolutely not counting as good weather; the mountain range was actually misty, softly reducing some of the sense of dread. The group followed the small path up the mountain; it hadn’t even been a shichen when they came near the Teng serpent’s cave of that day; originally, Li Shiyi had wanted to avoid looking for the Teng serpent, but A Luo had said

Having chatted with A Yin, Li Shiyi was just about to walk towards the room; by the side of the stairs, she took out the hand that had been in her pocket, moving it, indicating to Song Shijiu to come forward. Li Shiyi reached out a hand, meaning to tug her, yet Song Shijiu avoided it seamlessly. Li Shiyi paused her steps, tilting her head to look at her; it wasn’t the first time she’d become aware that, if there were others around, Song Shijiu would put up a sense of propriety; when coming down the stairs, one after the other, when eating, single-minded; it seemed like it was only when it was the two of them that she would relax and retreat into Li Shiyi’s embrace, and especially didn’t much want A Yin to see their intimate appearance. With just a mild look, Song Shijiu knew that Li Shiyi was a bit angry; Song Shijiu blinked her faintly amorous almond eyes and looked at her, her eyes having a hesitant explanation in them. The sound of the chatter of those behind fell away; Song Shijiu

More than a week later, the autumn scenery was a bit deeper. The clear skies and broad clouds always made one feel full of vitality, but for Song Shijiu, it in fact wasn’t like this. She constantly kept thinking about the promise Li Shiyi had given for “after you’re better”, yet Li Shiyi didn’t mention it at all, as if she had completely forgotten about it. Song Shijiu was absolutely not a woman whose mood was incredibly serious, but night after night Li Shiyi didn’t touch her, and it made her unable to inhibit the rise of a sense of setback; she wanted to be intimate with Li Shiyi greatly, and naturally assumed that, if Li Shiyi truly liked her, she should have the same thoughts in her mind. If Li Shiyi truly liked her. The verge of collapse, as if having degenerated, caused the recognition of every novel experience to cause one to have suspicious fine hairs emerge. Song Shijiu finished showering, and quickly sat at the table, reaching a hand out to touch the desk lamp on the wooden t