Zi Xi, you never have to be cold again
Miss Chen
Come home, stay this time.
For Priest Zine
Gu Yun writes a love letter
There are many plum trees by the crossing, wounded by the flames of war. The trunks are burnt, inhospitable to even insects. I believed they had died, but one day I saw these trees blooming as they met spring. It is both pitiful and endearing. The army is filled with those who do not know how to appreciate beauty. To them, admiring flowers is like playing music to an ox. So I plucked a branch for you to play with.
I wish I myself can cut many branches of plum blossoms for you in HouFu next spring.
The first (almost) kiss
Ep 1.12 of Sha Po Lang audio drama = [FIRE]