One Night, One day, One year, One lifetime

One Night, One day, One year, One lifetime

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I really love this story, it's so beautiful and touching..that's why I would like to share it with you guys. hope you enjoy it too. author : Fu Sulü 扶苏绿 translator : catharcity That night, I listened to the hymns till dawn, not for serenity, but to seek a sliver of your soul; That month, I flipped through all the scriptures, not for enlightenment, but to touch the pages where your fingers once lingered. That year, I knelt on the grounds, my head embracing the dusts, not to pay obeisance to the Gods, but to feel the warmth you left behind; That life, I wandered through ten thousand great mountains, not in search for an afterlife, but to cross paths with you - Gao Fei, do you believe that I lived through this night, this day, this year, and this lifetime, only to hold your hand and accompany you in this journey of life? This only for online reading, credits belong to the original author and translator. (Thank you carharcity for translating this beautiful and wonderful story💐)
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I once loved him. The quiet, noble Lan Zhan. The man who held my hand like I was something fragile. Sacred. Now he touches me like I'm a possession. His hands burn. His words bleed. His silence screams. He is not the man I loved. He is what love became... when it lost its soul. He says I'm his. Not in poetry. Not in passion. But in chains. He whispers he would burn for me. But I see it in his eyes: He already has. And now he wants to set me on fire too. There's nowhere left to run. Because he doesn't want my love. He wants my surrender. My ruin. My everything. "You'll never leave me again, Wei Ying," he says, brushing blood from my lips with a kiss. And I believe him. Because monsters don't lie. They just love wrong. **Lan Wangji was once silent, noble, pure. Now? He is silence twisted into madness. Obsession wrapped in beauty. A fallen god with only one prayer-Wei Ying. He burned his soul to the seal. Gave up sanity for a single purpose: to have Wei Ying. Not to love him... but to own him. To break him, bind him, and keep him. He doesn't want Wei Ying's heart. He wants his screams, his surrender, his soul-chained to him for eternity. And if Wei Ying runs? Wangji smiles. Because every escape is just another chance to hunt him again. "You're mine, Wei Ying. Even if I have to destroy the world to make it true This is a Boys' Love story-twisted, intense, and far from sweet. Love here isn't tender. It's dangerous. Obsessive. Cursed. This chapter contains graphic descriptions of body horror, mental instability, inhuman transformations, and ritualistic scenes. It may be disturbing or emotionally intense for some readers. Read at your own risk. Warning: The darkness isn't just in the room-it's inside them. If you're not ready to face what crawls in the dark, you may want to turn back now. But if you're brave-or foolish- So, Welcome to my Story Your nightmares have been warned.

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