如似我闻 (Author)

Those 3.45 seconds of hesitation were enough to make me doubt the remainder of my life.

“Shiyu, my heart does not lie.” With these words of deep passion, Chu Mingyun inserts his hand back into his sleeve and pinches himself. Su Shiyu’s smile deepens all of a sudden. He squints his eyes and gently parts his mouth to say, “Are you sick?” “Lovesickness,” Chu Mingyun answers resolutely. “Excuse me.” Su Shiyu…

Give me one more chance, before the train whistles.

Ever since his youth, Qi Zhaoxi had been a wanderer of the Jianghu, as well as a secret member of a demonic sect. Many years had passed, and given his skills, he would be completely capable of self-preservation as long as he tried. Yet, even before reaching 30 years of age, he wanted nothing other…

The protagonist of this farce has always been him, standing all alone at the center of the vortex.