By Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua ——[Someone said to me, love is tolerance, love is patient, love is tolerance, love is full of hope, love is as long as the other person is happy, you … Continue reading Epilogue 12: Fanwai Poppy
By Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua ——[Someone said to me, love is tolerance, love is patient, love is tolerance, love is full of hope, love is as long as the other person is happy, you … Continue reading Epilogue 11:Fanwai Sui and Bian Tang Dynasties – Huai Song and Yan
By Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua A voice rang quietly, at the far-reaching palace gate, where the lights were too strong and the eyes were dizzy. But the tube is white, but seems to instantly … Continue reading Epilogue 10: Chapter IV – Desert City, Broken jade
By Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and Arranged by Angel Chua It rained in the evening, the raindrops were fine and dense, and they slammed on the glazed tiles. The night rain was cold and cold, and the air was … Continue reading Epilogue 9: Chapter III – Desert City, Dreams
By Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and arranged by Angel Chua
Edited by AC 05 May 2019
The night is cold and the water is cold, and the moon is full of shadows. It shines on the ground, like a white face.
Guan Baibai was in the corner of the cell. The moonlight came in from the narrow skylight, and it shined on her cheek. It was pale and gray. Her white robe was stained with blood, and the clothes on the back were broken. The whip marks were the scariest\. The humerus is pierced by a thin chain, and a little blood moves out of the purple blood. The chain was very delicate, the thickness of the thumb was thick, and the complex pattern was engraved on it, and the silver bell fell on it. When the bell was slightly moved, the bell rang and the bell rang, and the crisp echoed in this dead silence. In the cell.
Continue reading “Epilogue 8: Chapter II – Desert City, Prison”
By Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Arranged and Translated by Angel Chua
Edited by AC 05 May 2019
The light of the setting sun sprinkled, like the thick blood on the battlefield, from the Chengyi Palace all the way into the Cuixin Hall, the light and shadow lingering, shrouded the floating palace. The city suddenly jumped through a sharp scream and instantly pierced the white eardrum. She looked up to the west and looked at the setting sun. She sprinkled bloody red light on her porcelain white forehead, faintly chilling. Like this heavy night, people feel cold.
Continue reading “Epilogue 7: Chapter I – Desert City, Break of city”
By Xiao Xiang Dong’Er | Translated and arranged by Angel Chua
Edited by AC 05 May 2019
“Do you want to tell me a story?” The girl was so open-minded.
I held the tea and swallowed it, and replied with a funny smile: “I won’t talk, or you can say it.”
So, the girl once again pulled out the two ugly clay figurines and began her long-lasting story: “There was a big emperor…” Looking at the girl’s serious face, I saw it as if I had returned to it. With Jojo and the two people listening to this bizarre story like this, nothing has changed, just missing you.
