You sound as if you do not believe me, but I guess there is some validity to that. I cannot even predict myself at times, it's only right for you to worry about my...unpleasant habits.
March 20, 2025 at 5:03 PM
You sound as if you do not believe me, but I guess there is some validity to that. I cannot even predict myself at times, it's only right for you to worry about my...unpleasant habits.
[Continues watching from behind a tree, looking at her ever so fondly.]
March 11, 2025 at 5:37 PM
[Continues watching from behind a tree, looking at her ever so fondly.]
I agree. With a pavilion, it would look like a picturesque scene.
March 11, 2025 at 5:36 PM
I agree. With a pavilion, it would look like a picturesque scene.
I hadn't noticed that the temperature was getting hotter. If it gets too hot inside Paradise Manor, then a pavilion on the lake will do well where one could cool off. It's a grand idea, I'm sure Crimson Rain, or Hua Chengzhu, would take it into consideration.
March 11, 2025 at 5:33 PM
I hadn't noticed that the temperature was getting hotter. If it gets too hot inside Paradise Manor, then a pavilion on the lake will do well where one could cool off. It's a grand idea, I'm sure Crimson Rain, or Hua Chengzhu, would take it into consideration.
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March 11, 2025 at 9:13 AM
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doing so that both of them could place the flower lantern on the surface of the water. Letting it drift away, like countless other wishes that were floating.]
March 10, 2025 at 7:50 PM
doing so that both of them could place the flower lantern on the surface of the water. Letting it drift away, like countless other wishes that were floating.]
[At the mention of such title, he raised a brow at him again for a short while before continuing writing.]
You never pay attention anyway, but, sure.
[When he finished writing, he put away the brush and then held the lantern to Hua Cheng, +
You never pay attention anyway, but, sure.
[When he finished writing, he put away the brush and then held the lantern to Hua Cheng, +
March 10, 2025 at 7:50 PM
[At the mention of such title, he raised a brow at him again for a short while before continuing writing.]
You never pay attention anyway, but, sure.
[When he finished writing, he put away the brush and then held the lantern to Hua Cheng, +
You never pay attention anyway, but, sure.
[When he finished writing, he put away the brush and then held the lantern to Hua Cheng, +
What do you wish for, Crimson Rain?
March 10, 2025 at 7:42 PM
What do you wish for, Crimson Rain?
[He looked back up at Hua Cheng's eye, then nodded slowly while sighing. He finally took the lantern into his hand, and with his free one, he summoned a brush.]
Then, I suppose, I will be the one to write the wishes.
[He wrote his wish on one side, then turned the lantern around.]
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Then, I suppose, I will be the one to write the wishes.
[He wrote his wish on one side, then turned the lantern around.]
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March 10, 2025 at 7:42 PM
[He looked back up at Hua Cheng's eye, then nodded slowly while sighing. He finally took the lantern into his hand, and with his free one, he summoned a brush.]
Then, I suppose, I will be the one to write the wishes.
[He wrote his wish on one side, then turned the lantern around.]
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Then, I suppose, I will be the one to write the wishes.
[He wrote his wish on one side, then turned the lantern around.]
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He Xuan then spoke, voice was steady, almost indifferent, yet spoken so softly.]
I do not see you in the same way you see me. I...do not love you, Crimson Rain.
I do not see you in the same way you see me. I...do not love you, Crimson Rain.
March 10, 2025 at 7:34 PM
He Xuan then spoke, voice was steady, almost indifferent, yet spoken so softly.]
I do not see you in the same way you see me. I...do not love you, Crimson Rain.
I do not see you in the same way you see me. I...do not love you, Crimson Rain.
In the annals of history he's read, in the footnotes of this one specific event, this practice of creating and setting a lantern together, was meant for lovers. He Xuan then realized it. An unspoken confession wrapped in something as simple as light and water.
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March 10, 2025 at 7:34 PM
In the annals of history he's read, in the footnotes of this one specific event, this practice of creating and setting a lantern together, was meant for lovers. He Xuan then realized it. An unspoken confession wrapped in something as simple as light and water.
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[He Xuan's eyes shifted to the lantern, the disbelief on his face too raw to be masked, and he was supposed to be a master of it. With his experience of having to pretend to be countless other identities. He didn't take it, only stared. Because he knew what it meant. +
March 10, 2025 at 7:34 PM
[He Xuan's eyes shifted to the lantern, the disbelief on his face too raw to be masked, and he was supposed to be a master of it. With his experience of having to pretend to be countless other identities. He didn't take it, only stared. Because he knew what it meant. +
It was as if there was something more to this than being a mere simple request to celebrate a festival together. He squinted at him slightly.]
March 10, 2025 at 7:14 PM
It was as if there was something more to this than being a mere simple request to celebrate a festival together. He squinted at him slightly.]