Having chatted with A Yin, Li Shiyi was just about to head inside; by the side of the stairs, she took out the hand that had been in her pocket, waving it to indicate to Song Shijiu to come over. Li Shiyi reached out a hand, meaning to tug her, but 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 she especially didn’t really want A Yin to see their intimacies. 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 carrying a hesitant explanation in them. The sound of the chatter of those behind fell away; Song Shijiu could clearly ...

More than a week later, the sense of autumn had grown deeper. The clear skies and broad clouds always made one feel full of vitality, but for Song Shijiu, this wasn’t the case. She constantly kept thinking about the promise Li Shiyi had given for “after you’re better”, yet Li Shiyi hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if she had completely forgotten about it. Song Shijiu was absolutely not a woman with an incredibly serious temperament, but night after night, Li Shiyi wouldn’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 ought have the same thoughts in her mind. If Li Shiyi truly liked her. At the verge of collapse, just like deterioration, caused the recognition of every novel experience to make fine threads of doubt emerge on one. Song Shijiu finished showering, and quickly sat at the table, reaching a hand out to touch the desk lamp on the wooden ta...

Under A Luo’s frankness, A Yin grew timid, her gaze falling, about to leave. Yet A Luo pulled at her wrist, once more dragging her back into her embrace, her orchid-graceful neck lowered, a kiss pressing against her light and wild chin. In the neatly constructed garden, there wasn’t even a single cup lantern, the clusters of grass becoming a deep green, occasionally wrapping around early autumn fallen leaves. Yet the calls of “wa-ya-ya” shattered this tranquility, causing the fallen leaves to curl their bodies up and shiver. Tu Laoyao gazed at the captured little ghost, with its copper bell eyes and an ox’s nose and a large mouth which stretched to its ears, a pointed hat on its head, its body wrapped in a bright red changpao. “How does it look this ugly, eh?” he muttered to himself quietly. Just then, the Xu Hao had walked quietly on tiptoe, winding out from the garden, and had just been about to climb the foot of the wall and enter A Luo’s room; yet it had just shifted a step when Li...

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...