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...of having a sincere conversation about your emotions.

Post-canon (non-specific fixit), Lin Jing has some feelings about a certain request Shen Wei made of him that day in Dixing.
They talk about it.

Unfortunately for [Lin Jing], the professor was good at clocking when someone was hiding something. He'd had an awful lot of practice, after all.

“Lin Jing?" [Shen Wei] prompted, after an awkward silence in which Lin Jing's hastily constructed bullshit failed to even reach his mouth. "Is everything alright?”

“Haha,” Lin Jing said, nervously, feeling very much like the human embodiment of the sweat-drop emoji. “You know, I just realised it’s not actually that important, so—”

Professor Shen gave him a look. He was good at those, too. At least it was a Professor Shen look, rather than a Heipaoshi look.

“Why don’t you come inside?” He suggested, mildly.

"I didn't think there was anything that you could learn from me," Bai Yu says, and he's only half joking.

"What are you even finding?" Zhao Yunlan asked with curiosity.

Shen Wei looked at him and winced, a hint of embarrassment clearly visible in his eyes. "Would you believe me if I say I also don't know?"

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Story of origin of the table in Hit the Nail!

“The Sun and Moon are eternal enemies.”
“The Moon follows the Sun to vanquish it and take its place.”
People talk. Humans like to make up stories and legends; they like to weave tales that tame the reality around them, and the Moon doesn’t begrudge them that. He is not concerned about them in any way, whether they praise his beauty and cold light or curse his name for chasing their beloved Sun away, the Moon takes it all in stride.

There was a harsh scrape of wood. A small, sharp sound. Then a barely audible intake of breath. A gasp.

Shen Wei’s body jolted ever so slightly.
 

Zhao Yunlan's head snapped up.

"Hey, what happened to your chin?"

Early morning cuddle attack.

"Who will feed Xiaomi when we're away?" Guo Changcheng asks, and Chu Shuzhi blinks.

"Everyone?"

Not quite a miscommunication fic.

My first smut lol.

Guo Changcheng's doesn't want to attend his own debut ball

Some memories are easier to erase than others.

He's all sharp angles even now, except for the barely-there swell of his belly, the faintest curve only visible if you know where to look.

Shen Wei knows where to look.

Of letters (?) notes, and cemeteries

Why would Zhao Yunlan take the trouble to retrieve something that would be better left forgotten? Why would he want it back at all? Why is he touching it like it's a treasure?

Hot springs and kisses?

His head was pounding, but he still grasped the meaning of what had just been said. He did not, in fact, have all of Zhao Yunlan’s memories. Apparently Shen Wei had just erased himself from his mind.

A minor canon divergence right at the end of the novel.