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There was no point in coming home early, just as there was no point in going home at all. Now, alone there, Zhao Yunlan thought about that and how he had been so angry about the situation for so long that he hadn't even tried to figure out how his spouse's embrace and kiss felt.
His spouse. Not anymore.
He was gone away.
Not because he said he wanted to leave, but because Zhao Yunlan had told him to go. He had told Shen Wei that that damn deal between their families was stupid and that Shen Wei should go away and have his own life, because here, where he hadn't chosen to be, he would never have anything to call happiness. But now Zhao Yunlan wondered if he might not have tried to find some happiness with the spouse who was once his. Perhaps it was his fault more than anyone else's for all the tears he had seen Shen Wei shed.
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*All the fics in this series are stand-alone

How many times had Shen Wei stopped to listen to music in the streets and alleys of that city? How many times had he chosen to sit for coffee in a place where he could hear the musicians playing? And enhance that nostalgia a little more with poetic melody.
In the remaining light of the sunset, the face of a man Shen Wei had never seen and who was at the same time the most familiar thing he had encountered in weeks - or perhaps months - was framed by windblown hair and adorned with a welcoming smile that felt like home.

A case where Zhao Yunlan has to use his Kunlun abilities to interview a forest about some missing children interrupts Shen Wei dealing with his new souls and new energy by largely turning his back on his ghost tribe energy.

In all the lifetimes and troubles that Shen Wei has lived, there is always a steady presence that grounds him to his role as the one who takes life and guides them.

The steady guard and presence of the one who gives life is always solid and tangible, forever a mountain of strength, a spring that is never-ending and abundant in nature.

And Shen Wei wants.

Happens in the men's bathroom after the Shadow Blitz (Chapter 55)

A chance meeting in a forest leads Prince Zhao Yunlan down a path filled with kindness and love, but also into a dangerous political web he much rather avoid. Shen Wei hopes to keep the secret of who he really is from ever seeing the light of day.

Long black hair, black silk crumbling off, pale skin, not a hint of rot. They were pinned by some sort of sword or dagger to the base of the mechanism into a standing position. He looked… they looked alive? They were beautiful, breathtakingly so. A straight, high nose, black eyebrows like they had been painted by an artist's hand, and long, long eyelashes.

Wu Xie swallowed. He was straight! He liked women! He… thought this person was one of the most attractive people he’d ever seen. Next to Xiao Hua and Xiaoge of course. Top three, definitely.

Their lips looked soft, with the barest blush of pink and Wu Xie… really wanted to kiss them. He was by himself, the memory of the monster far behind him. No one would have to know. He leaned in, lips brushing the dry ones of the corpse-

And the corpse sighed.

Shen San was just a man. Under the plum tree, his tombstone told a little story that perhaps only a broken-hearted poet and an enlightened-hearted monk could decipher. The characters engraved next to his name were in a shape as beautiful as Shen Wei's calligraphy flowing from brush to paper.
This was the first time that Shen Wei had come here with a different appearance than Shen San had known.
"I have little time left but I decided to start another life in the human world, it's been a while since the last time. In your time, you said to me 'you are young but completely adult, so what?' before you were sure that I was much older than you had imagined.”
About making a different decision this time, the last time, the only person Shen Wei had to ask for advice was Shen San - even though his words could only exist in Shen Wei's heart.

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*This fic is a prequel to another, but works as a stand-alone.

Lin Jing was not always lucky in that Department. He had many thoughts, many suspicions and usually talked too much - but not about that. Never about that. He didn't know if this was his lucky or unlucky day in that matter.
Whatever the deal between Wu Xie and the Ghost Slayer was, perhaps it would be better if they were a little more discreet.

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This fic is part of a series. It doesn't work as stand-alone.

Ёлочный подвес в виде китайского фонарика.