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Shen Wei had to admit that Wu Xie was correct. If he were to attempt to recover his pendant himself, it would be easier for him to be killed or imprisoned again and the contents of the pendant discovered by Hell's Court than for him to succeed. But what would become of Zhao Yunlan now if Shen Wei still couldn't even get close to him without causing him harm, if he lost Wu Xie so soon?
Once, under a sky as starry as tonight, Shen San had told Shen Wei that he could make wishes if he saw shooting stars.

His dreams were an invaluable source of information, though Ye Zun found himself learning useless things, too.
For example, Zhao Yunlan used lollipops as a replacement for smoking tobacco. In his dream, he'd smoke freely, smiling after the first drag. He'd say how he missed it while offering the same tobacco stick - a cigarette, that's how Zhao Yunlan called it - to Ye Zun.
But he wasn't Ye Zun, in that dream, was he?
He had Shen Wei's face, Shen Wei's body, Shen Wei's voice, Shen Wei's everything.
Shen Wei, Shen Wei, Shen Wei, it's always Shen Wei.

Wu Xie, lying on the rug with the book, the blanket not quite wrapped up but tangled in him, stopped his attempt at reading again. That shy contentment that Shen Wei occasionally showed about something, casually about his own thoughts, was always - always - charming.

Shen Wei and the regrets he wasn't allowed to have.

"I...went to bed at the dormitory?" Zhao Yunlan says hesitantly, like even he was not so sure himself.

"Zhao Yunlan...you don't live in a dormitory." A gorgeous woman with red lipstick and slightly above-shoulder-length hair tells him with a frown.

"I- what?" Zhao Yunlan blinks at them in confusion, looking back at Da Qing with urgency.

Da Qing's mouth parted slightly, staring at him with wide eyes, completely deep in thought.

Oh...Zhao Yunlan thinks he may know what happened.

"I...lost my memory, didn't I?" Zhao Yunlan looks around and the silence from everyone is enough of a confirmation on its own.

The boyfriend from his past that Wu Xie found inside the tomb was now everyone else's problem.
While everyone in the team had doubts and theories, Shen Wei was embarrassed.

"Never again turn your back on me. Don't run away from me. Kill me first, but don't try to abandon me.”
That was when the Ghost King understood, despite everything he still couldn't be clear about, he was perfectly capable of understanding that. Because the Fire God had spoken his language. And because the very land where they lay and forcibly intertwined was now what was left of what had once been Zhurong's great friend. The realization hit the Ghost King harder than the fear he had felt before: Zhurong was, in a peculiar way, like him - completely alone.

After being rescued from his imprisonment, Shen Wei admired the starry sky that he had not seen for a long time. And the loved one he never believed he would see again.

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[This work takes place right after the first part of "Of fallen gods and forgotten sacrifices" (the first work in this series), so if you're new here, you can read this one after the first one and before all the others]

"You didn't have to come down the mountain just for that." The being pointed to the umbrella.
“Oh?” Kunlun couldn't believe the audacity of that ordinary thing to dismiss him and not even thank him for his concern. “What kind of thing are you that you don't even have a bit of courtesy?”
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Zhao Yunlan thought that there was something very wrong with him for being so allured by Wu Xie and his partner, by the relationship they had... and he didn't even know Shen Wei in person. He thought he had done a lot of ridiculous things in his life, but falling in love with a couple is the worst of them.

Shen Wei coughed, a fleck of blood beading on the side of his lips, and Zhao Yunlan’s heart thundered heavily in his chest. He was dimly aware that his hands were shaking as he held on to Shen Wei.

“You got yourself hurt again!” Da Qing’s petulant tone and scolding words are softened by the way he is carefully curled on Shen Wei’s stomach, purring so loudly that the sound vibrates throughout Shen Wei’s body.

Zhao Yunlan falls into another dimension, and then promptly proceeds to nearly die. It turns out that dark energy doesn't agree with him and it's everywhere.

Podfic of New Dimensions by tinypinkmouse.

Zhao Yunlan falls into another dimension, and then promptly proceeds to nearly die. It turns out that dark energy doesn't agree with him and it's everywhere.

Shen Wei often found himself marveling at the thought: he had a real life. He was delighted with every thing about that house, about his new life. Some of his paintings, less personal than what only Wu Xie knew, now also began to appear on the walls of the house - landscapes, flowers, birds. It took a lot of encouragement from Wu Xie for Shen Wei to be confident about decorating the place with the art he made himself. He was still shy about it, but he was satisfied somehow.

Working at the SID, Wu Xie faces the memories in silence. Memories of the one who forgot him and everything he once meant.

Zhao Yunlan expected the Regent of Dixing to be like the Envoy—dignified, robed, and brandishing his power for all to see. And maybe he would have been more of those things if his first introduction to the SID hadn’t been Lao Chu furiously attacking him in the street.

AKA: Zhao Yunlan learns about Dixing politics and gets a crash course in Envoy. (The final part of the Taking It Slow series.)

After settling in Longcheng, the cold weather that sets in reminds Shen Wei and Wu Xie of how they once breathed together. And maybe it promises them that they will still be there when time passes, appreciating what they never wish they had let go.

With Ye Zun's face bare, there's only one reason why someone would recognise him.

Or, Ye Zun is caught attempting to steal the Hallows from the Alliance. It changes things.

In the bleak industrial wastelands of Dixing, a mother poisons herself and her twin sons in an attempt to escape the collective abject misery and poverty that envelopes their existence.

A decade later, an undergraduate senior proceeds with a sensitive research topic for his honors thesis.

Son of Haixing housing mafia's boss, seeking redemption from a painful past, with his estrangement from his family spawning feelings of self-loathing, finds himself irrevocably, devastatingly drawn towards the person that threatens to topple his life as he has always known it.