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Li Shuyin (GL)Boundless Love and HateAngst / Ex-lovers / Intertwined Love & Hate / Reconciliation (? "Thank you for the love you gave, thank you for the sincerity you bestowed." You were once in the same boat. You were too alike—so alike that only you could understand each other, and so alike that only you could hurt each other. Neither of you was wrong, yet both of you pushed the other into the abyss. Neither is qualified to stand on the moral high ground. You hurt each other, you owed each other, and in the end, love and hate tangled together, indistinguishable. ... ... That winter, you were both too young. Too young to realize that letting go was just a facade of decency, that silence was a false sense of responsibility, and that "not holding the other back" was what you thought was the deepest proof of love. But you were both wrong. She thought you didn't care, and you thought she would ask you to stay. Two people standing in the snow, neither taking the first step to say, "Don't go." Just like that, one turned around, and the other didn't chase. Neither was wrong. But neither was right. From then on, you were even. ... ... Even. But the hate didn't disappear, and neither did the love. Hate took root, and so did love. They grew in the same flesh, tangled together, unable to be pulled out. Pulling either one would draw blood. So neither of you can leave the other, and neither can forgive the other. She knows how to make you hurt, and you know how to drive her mad. You are like two masters sparring, every word precisely stabbing into the other's oldest scars. ... ... If she were wrong, you could hate her. If you were wrong, you could hate yourself. But neither of you was wrong. You simply abandoned each other in that winter. So you can only hate each other. Hate that the other is too much like you, hate that they are just as ruthless as you, hate that they are just like you—clearly still alive, yet long decayed in that winter. ... ... She succeeded later on. On the day her company went public, everyone crowded around to toast her. She smiled gracefully, but her eyes swept across the entire banquet hall, as if looking for someone. She searched for a long time before she finally realized—the person she was looking for had long ceased to exist in her world. Hate is the wreckage of love. It cannot sustain love, nor can it let love go. But it is enough for two people to burn for a lifetime. Burning until the very end, leaving only one unspoken sentence. "That winter, if you had called out to me, I would have stayed." Neither of you ever spoke those words. So, keep burning. Use the rest of your lives to burn the snow of that winter. Burn until even your bones melt, burn so that when you meet again in the next life, you can still recognize each other at a glance—and then continue to hate, continue to love, and continue on that snowy night, where one doesn't look back, and the other doesn't ask her to stay. No one won. Except for that winter. It won against both of you for a lifetime. It froze you in place. All of your "afterwards," all of your success, all of your decency, is a lie. The real you are still standing in that winter, still in that snow, one not looking back, one not asking to stay, one waiting, and the other waiting too. Waiting until death, waiting until the next life. Waiting for the snow to melt, then fall, melt, and fall again. Waiting until you finally admit—that night, nobody won. You just lost each other. Lost each other in that snow. That snow had stopped long ago, yet it has never stopped falling. —"Some accounts should be turned over once they're settled. But some people can't be turned over, even if you never settle the score." —"Relationships are the highest-risk investments." —"I'm not waiting. I just haven't left yet." (Image broken)
Cang Yuan TuAll Beings Are the Rising SunWhen he was six, Linjiang Village was annihilated by the demon race, and his mother, Bai Nianyun, “died” protecting him. The young Meng Chuan swore to cut down every demon in the world. With the Mirror Lake Dao Academy as his starting point, he first made his mark through the secret art “Three Autumn Leaves,” then became a disciple of Shangyuan First Mountain and set foot on the path of divine cultivation. From North River Pass to Furnace Mountain, he fought shoulder to shoulder with his companions through three full-scale wars between the human and demon races, breaking through again and again until he reached the Eighth Tribulation Realm and ultimately became a Divine Venerable of his generation. He no longer turns away. Instead, he leads the Cangyuan Realm to meet the universe head-on, safeguarding the future of all living beings through fearless battle.
Sword Heart of Heaven and EarthSo long as the sword heart remains, heaven and earth shall never perishWangquan Fugui was born to be the Wangquan family's sword for slaying demons. After being pierced by ten thousand swords, he broke his shackles with his own hands and embarked on his own path. Quan Rumu failed to escape his father's scheming, falling in a pool of blood with a wine flask still clutched in his hand. Fan Yunfei held fast to his homeland amidst the sandstorm. When the Black Fox breached the boundary, Wangquan Fugui burned through his very last spark of life force; arrows fell like stars, and all living beings looked up, seeing for the first time a dawn free of hatred between humans and demons.
Charles IXCourage and AdventureMo Duoduo received a birthday gift from Grandpa—a talking dog of noble blood named Charles IX. Together with Yao Tingting, Hu Sha, and Fu You, he formed the DODO Adventure Team, and under Charles's leadership they set out to unravel the mysteries of every land they visited, beginning with the ghost of Blackshell Street.
TransformersAutobots, roll out!The Cybertronian civil war exhausted the home planet's energy resources, sending the Autobots and Decepticons to Earth in a struggle for the AllSpark. From the Arctic ice sheets to the pyramids of Egypt, from the ruins of Chicago to Stonehenge, the flames of war between the two factions of mechanical lifeforms span human civilization. A teenage boy, a pair of glasses, and a key bind the fates of both races inextricably to Earth. Unicron covets from the shadows, the Creators watch from afar, and humanity finds itself standing squarely in the center of this interstellar war.
The Sherlock Holmes CanonFear Stems from the UnknownOne is the sharpest mind of the Victorian era; the other, the Napoleon of Crime. From the blood-stained writing in Lauriston Gardens to the plunge and return at the Reichenbach Falls; from the photograph of that woman in Bohemia to the phosphorescent hound of the Baskerville moor—for forty years the doorbell of 221B Baker Street has rung, sixty cases weaving a web that ensnares the sins and secrets of all London.!["Ji Bugui" [GL]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/3w9gd2/20260913/1789297147_KVRJn51.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
"Ji Bugui" [GL]The seasonal rain does not return, yet yearning never ceasesAngst / Transmigration / Multiple Endings The day she lost you was the only pain in this world she felt she could never overcome. Once enjoying wealth and prestige, she was now crying like a child, the fruit tea and champagne in her hands replaced by empty beer bottles one after another. Halfway between sleep and waking, she constantly saw you standing in the swaying double vision, demanding to know why she treated herself this way. Nightmares persisted day after day, and guilt swirled ceaselessly in her chest. Just as she could bear it no longer and wanted to end it all, a voice rang out. "Do you want to see her one more time?" Status bar: 🍠Viola Shanshan
Hayao Miyazaki · SeriesHayao Miyazaki's Twelve Fairy TalesFrom the apocalyptic Sea of Corruption to the spirit realm of the bathhouse, from the forest of Totoro to the moving castle, in Hayao Miyazaki's world, flight is freedom, names are spells, and nature is divine. Boys and girls move through war, pollution, and curses, and the key to breaking the curse is never killing the enemy, but giving back, remembering, and living together. When people reconnect with the wind, the trees, and their true hearts, the world begins to breathe again.
Zuo ChenMommy, please love me.Mother. Mother.
Buren 2+1[Tibetan / Polyandry / Reverse Harem] Just a measly twoPolyandry—it's finally our turn to be the matriarch!
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