OUR SECOND MASTER - MYANMAR TRANSLATION [ unicode version is also added ✔️] Original Chinese Author - Twentine ENG translator - Onesecondspring I don't own anything All credits go to the original writer and translator... I can't help but write this lovable story back in burmese.. feel free to read my translated work or original ones. whatsoever, pls appreciate this short story named 'Our Second Master'

ခ်င္းလ်န္ သိထားတာ တစ္ခုရွိတယ္။ အဲဒါက သခင္ေလးမွာ ခ်စ္ရတဲ့ မိန္းမလွေလး ရွိေနတာပဲ။ အလိုမက်စြာနဲ႔ ေရကန္ကို ငံု႔ၾကည့္ေတာ့ အညိဳေဖ်ာ့ေရာင္အဝတ္အစားနဲ႔ အမ်ိဳးသားဆန္ဆန္ ဝတ္ထားတဲ့ ပံုရိပ္ကို ျမင္ရတယ္။ ဆံပင္ေတြက ျဖစ္သလို စည္းထားတယ္။ မ်က္ႏွာကလည္း လွတဲ့အထဲမပါ။ ၾကည့္လို႔ေတာ့ အဆင္ေျပသား။ ကိစၥမရွိ။ ဒါလည္း တစ္မ်ိဳးေကာင္းတာပဲ။ (BL မဟုတ္ပါ :\ ) (My own cretation)

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Original Title - SanSheng, Death Exists Not at the River of Oblivion Original author -Jiu Lu Fei Xiang Eng Translater - Hamster420 Myanmar translater - invisible_clover စန္​း႐ွန္​းဆိုတာ​ေမ့​ေပ်ာက္​ျခင္​းျမစ္​​ေဘးက​ေက်ာက္​တံုးက​ေလး။သူ႔ဘဝဟာဒီလိုပဲတ​ေလ်ွာက္​လံုး​ေနသြားရလိမ္​့မယ္​လို႔သူထင္​ခဲ့တယ္​။ဒါ​ေပမယ္​့တစ္​​ေန႔​ေျမ​ေအာက္​ကမာၻကို​ေနမင္​းလို​ေရာင္​ျခည္​​ေတြနဲ႔ ​ေကာင္​းကင္​ရဲ႕စစ္​နတ္​ဘုရား သူ႔ဘဝၾကမၼာစမ္​းသပ္​ခ်က္​အတြက္​ဆင္​းလာခ်ိန္​.... စန္​း႐ွန္​းကသူ႔ကို​ေျပာတယ္​''ငါနင္​့ကိုျမႇဴဆြယ္​ခ်င္​တယ္​'' သူကလည္​းစန္​း႐ွန္​းကိုဘဝသံုးခုကတိ​ေပးခဲ့တယ္​။ #Complete