Night after night, I spoke to the moon. I asked it to tell me the secrets of its memories, of any other dreamers who have now closed their eyes, in the hope that maybe she listens, she hears, for my words have dried my mouth after this many years. So many doors are closed now, so many lies have spread, and with the fading movement of a forgotten memory... I free myself.
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No Longer Spring - Writings of Yesterday
FantasyShen's lover had gone missing amidst a bloody fight, prompting him to search the realm for his dear cultivational partner while recording everything in a journal. After three years, he finally hears of her whereabouts. Will he manage to stay alive...
