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Of letters (?) notes, and cemeteries

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.

Guo Changcheng only wanted to survive his first day of school. Instead, he collided with Chu Shuzhi—the upperclassman who could make anyone’s life miserable

Over hundreds of reincarnations, Kunlan learns what it means to live as a human. Yet it holds not a candle to his love for Shen Wei.

"Yunlan? Is it too much?"

Zhao Yunlan shakes his head and grabs Shen Wei's wrist, holding it in place and rocking against it — so full, so good, so right — chasing the sensation wherever it leads.

The night quiet leaves room for soft touches witnessed only by the moon

"Yao-xiong, look what I found! This little fellow just followed me home, I couldn't possibly say no."

Chu Shuzhi is being accosted by impure thoughts about one, very unaware, Guo Changcheng

This was not the plan.

This is so much better than the plan.

"He is what? How?"

"He can teleport and fly, but getting pregnant sounds unbelievable to you?"

Since primordial times to the modern day, from humans and yao and wu and gui and gods, everyone has pondered one great unknowable mystery: Way back then, was it Kunlun-jun/Shen Wei or Kunlun-jun & Shen Wei?!

Nothing about the this winter out of the three-hundred before this suggested it would be any different, but then again, none of those winters ever had Guo Changcheng.

In which, the lines between normal care and romantic love get blurred too quickly for anyone to have stood a chance.

Five tanka derived from the bibliomancy technique, using a physical copy of Guardian (Zhen Hun) Volume One by priest.

Local Interviewer asks Shen Wei, "What is love?"

Da Qing is very, very bored at work. Bored enough to write haiku.

Podfic of It's Not Whining, It's Poetry by facethestrange.

[Prompt:] Shen Wei sneaking a kiss to Zhao Yunlan's head as he sleeps, very tender and sweet. Zhao Yunlan may or may not be secretly awake to try and prove to himself that he’s getting this affection in secret.

Zhao Yunlan laughs. “What you must think of me, Shen-jiaoshou.” He reaches into his jacket and produces a black leather wallet. Which turns out to hold a badge, and an ID card.

“You’re a policeman?” says Shen Wei, shocked.

“A director of police, actually,” replies Zhao Yunlan. “Usually I would’ve sent one of my staff, but we’re short-handed at the moment, and this really can’t wait. Shen-jiaoshou, we suspect one or more of your students may be involved in manufacturing drugs off-campus. I want to find out who it is. Do you have any ideas?”