When Song Shijiu awakened, the skies had already brightened greatly; Li Shiyi was still embracing her, and she laid on Li Shiyi’s arm, still not allowing her awareness to follow the steps of the sunlight, yet sensing the wonderful sensation in her palm. It was like a piece of soft cloth, its inside filled with water, full and plump as it filled the seams between her fingers, causing her hand to form a semicircle. A parching heat flamed from her ear, and her heartbeat grew uneven; she was just about to raise her wrist when she felt it jolt softly, causing her to be incredibly unwilling to part with it. She held her breath, raising her eyelashes; Li Shiyi breathed evenly, as if she still hadn’t awakened. Song Shijiu thought for a moment, gathering up her courage to shift her cheek in the crook of Li Shiyi’s arm, letting her hand open a bit, grasping it tightly, and then pinching it gently. Her heart couldn’t help but curse out an incredibly un-virtuous profanity. The chaotic breaths impa...

Have you ever obtained something you had awaited for far too long? So long that you couldn’t remember how it had started, and, more than that, didn’t know why it had come now; it didn’t allow you to be happy, and it didn’t allow you to be excited, merely causing you to dully and softly hope, fearing that the smallest expression would cause it to grow regretful, leaving you without even turning its head back. Song Shijiu had hoped for Li Shiyi precisely this dully and softly; she could clearly sense, when the ten fingers were entwined, Li Shiyi’s distinct joints, and the fine sweat that seeped out on the hollow of her palm. For some reason, Li Shiyi’s previously indifferent eyes were faintly flushed red, causing her to see a degree of delicate appearance. So, she had remembered this teasing question of Song Shijiu’s this clearly; she didn’t know how many hundreds of turns and thousands of returns of regards she’d gone through that only today they became the obscured love, a heavy weight...

Li Shiyi had seen all kinds of strange matters, but had never before raised a cat, and didn’t know how the small, snow-white ball that had coiled around her heels now laid at a distance, the ball of feathers and the dried fish both entirely lacking appeal; but that cat’s paws scratched one’s heart severely, causing one to both hurt and yearn, yet unwilling to let it be free. This cat was called “worry about personal gains and losses”. It had been raised by Song Shijiu, and been placed in Li Shiyi’s courtyard. The cat’s paws scratched late into the night, scratching til Li Shiyi abandoned three sheets of fine, xuan writing paper, [1] and only then did A Yin’s knocking open Song Shijiu’s door. She gazed at Song Shijiu’s hair, spilling over her back, which, its bun having been loosened, was faintly curly; in the past, when her hair was curly, it was like an elaborate toy figurine; she didn’t know if it was because losing weight had revealed the sharp angles, but unexpectedly, the few str...

Only on seeing Song Shijiu did A Yin and A Luo understand Li Shiyi’s meaning. She had closed herself into the room, and she only opened the door after A Yin knocked on it for a long time with a great deal of patience, and her current appearance caused one to be very apprehensive. It seemed as if she’d aged some more once again; large almond eyes turned up at the ends, the clear lines of her lashes, her high nose, and her mouth, equally inappropriate. What caused one apprehension wasn’t, in fact, her magnificent, full appearance, but her thin, weak, wan body; her prominent cheekbones had lost their original plump softness; the centre of her collarbones had sunk in, and her hands, grasping the door, were slender and fine, and the joint between her wrist and thumb had thinned to a distinct hollow. She had placed her own, clearly diminished body into a loose nightgown, and her even, long hair fell to her waist, her appearance like a demon as she stood, backlit in shadows. What was even str...

Li Shiyi had given A Yin a strong medicine; A Yin only realised it once she had woken. So, she had no choice but to accept, going in circles, that Li Shiyi was still the one who understood her the most; if it wasn’t her who had scared her into fleeing in defeat, it would probably have been a great many years before A Yin would have uttered this phrase. She laid on A Luo’s arm, and said, “I don’t want to like Li Shiyi anymore.” From childhood to adulthood, in the course of her quarrelling with Li Shiyi, Li Shiyi usually didn’t speak, allowing her to vent her feelings hysterically; not even if she was hurt would she coax her, nor would her cool gaze glace at her if she cried; she would wait until she had scolded her to her heart’s content, and then use a retreat to advance with a couple sharp phrases. Oftentimes, A Yin herself would feel that it was without meaning, and would weep and wail endlessly like a woman with a grudge, losing face all the way up to her grandmother’s family. After...

Translator's note: A lovely friend helped me figure out how to properly link footnotes, so I'll be slowly going back through previous chapters and linking them properly. My apologies for the period that I wasn't able to figure out how to do that - When A Yin pushed the door open and entered, there was only a little bit of chaotically scattered light, which floated from the bed and flew out through the wide open glass window. A Luo laid on her side on the large, Western-style mahogany bed, fingers strewn at random n the air, the stream of light from the jade butterfly of just previously remaining. She had never seen the spirited A Yin cut such a sorry figure before; her hands were wrapped around her night gown-covered waist, and the colouration on her face had collapsed into confusion, the grandness of days past gone, withered as if it were trampled-on bok choy. The bok choy lifted her gaze to her, her eyes still restraining the lustrousness of cabbage, and impolitely sat do...