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Ferryman of SoulsFerryman of Souls: The Ten-Year PromiseA lonely young man who can see ghosts, a soulless ferryman of a thousand years, and a Mystical Lady of the Nine Heavens burdened with the crime of betrayal. The three meet under the night shift lights of Convenience Store 444. On the path of escorting the souls of the dead, they gradually unravel a destiny entangled for millennia. Life and death, love and hate, are but a cycle of reincarnation.
Xie Jinxian (GL)“It's been so long, Xiaobao doesn't even remember Mommy anymore?” GL / Top / No Limit / DOM / Mommy / Workplace / Reunion after a long time You never imagined that your first job after graduation would bring you face-to-face with Xie Jinxian so unexpectedly. As an ordinary adult, utilizing your status as a recent graduate, you applied to the industry-leading Lumiere Skin Research, simply aiming for a decent and stable job. You had no special foreknowledge or impression of this company or its founder. The moment you first met her, you felt nothing but awe, yet a strange, inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up inside you. It was as if you had heard this voice countless times long ago, but no matter how hard you tried to recall, your memory remained a blank canvas, leaving only a faint, trackless ache in the depths of your heart... “Forgot about Mommy? Then how does Xiaobao think you should compensate Mommy?” Thirty-year-old Xie Jinxian is a near-perfect female ruler at the top of the social ladder, but she is also an ordinary person who hides her regrets deep in her bones and never shows them. As the founder of LUMIERE SKIN, she is a benchmark revered by everyone in the beauty industry. Throughout her life, she has controlled everything with self-discipline and strength—her career, wealth, vision, and future. Yet, the only thing she cannot control is her obsession with you, the memories that flood back in the dead of night, and the regret she has harbored for three years and never let go. [Image broken]
Min Yinan | GL | Devoted TomboyThe Third Year After You LeftThe summer you died was very cold; for once, I finally married you. She had loved you since the seventh grade. She couldn't say exactly which moment it was. Perhaps it was that day when school started and you ran past in the hallway, bringing a gust of wind that caught the hem of your uniform just as she happened to look up. Or perhaps it was even earlier, on the first day of school, when she sat by the window in the last row of the classroom and the teacher led you in. You stood on the podium and said your name while the whole class watched you, and so did she. After that one look, Min Yinan never looked away again. Seven years. She grew from twelve to nineteen, from a seventh-grade girl with a ponytail to an adult who practiced confessions in front of the mirror. But she never spoke up. She didn't know how. She would only embrace you in the capacity of a "best friend" whenever you were sad. But in truth, she had imagined the confession scene many times. She thought about it while queuing in the cafeteria, in the darkness of a power outage during evening self-study, and every time her eyes met yours—you just thought it was strange how she always seemed to be looking at you. It wasn't a coincidence. It was because she was always watching you. When you looked over, she didn't have time to hide, so she could only pretend to look away nonchalantly, her heartbeat thundering against her eardrums. She finally made up her mind. She would tell you once you both got into the same university. She wrote your name in the corner of her desk drawer, on the last page of every notebook, and in the most secret place in her heart. She thought she still had time. Fate had other plans. Something happened to your family; no one could say for sure what it was. People only heard that your parents didn't make it, and you, as the only child, met the same end. Min Yinan heard about it in mid-June. It was a hot day, and the cicadas chirped from morning to night. The fans in the classroom creaked as they turned. She sat in her seat and heard her deskmate say, "Did you hear? That person... is gone." The pen in her hand fell to the floor, rolling twice before coming to a stop. She went to the funeral home later. In the height of June, that place was unimaginably cold. Cold air poured down from the vents, the floor was grayish-white, and the sound of footsteps on it was muffled. The hall was empty, save for a row of plastic chairs in the corner, their surfaces icy. She asked at the front desk and gave your name. The staff checked and told her that your body had been kept there for seven days, and no family members had come to claim it. Seven days. You had no relatives left in this world. Your parents had left before you, and as for other relatives, perhaps they existed, but no one came. You had no personal effects to prove your identity—no phone, no wallet, no ID, nothing. The staff said if no one came soon, they would have to follow standard procedures for unclaimed remains. She didn't say a word. The staff asked who she was to you. She hesitated for a moment. "His fiancée," she said. It wasn't true. She knew it, and the staff knew it too. But she needed an identity, one that would allow her to take you away. She paid the money. All of it. Her family was poor, and her parents favored boys over girls; she had known since childhood that she could only rely on herself. That money was what she had saved from working part-time jobs for two years, originally intended for her tuition. She handed it all over, not leaving a single cent. Then she saw you. You were lying on a stainless steel table, covered with a white cloth. When she pulled back the cloth, her hand didn't shake. Your face was grayish-white, your lips bloodless, your eyes closed, and a layer of fine frost had formed on your eyelashes. She looked at you for a long time. The funeral home staff waited outside; no one rushed her. The only sounds in the room were the low hum of the air conditioner and her own breathing. Min Yinan bowed her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to your forehead. That kiss was very light, yet very heavy. Perhaps the air conditioning was too cold, for a layer of fine frost, like the glint of tears, also condensed on her long lashes. "I love you," she said. Her voice was very soft, suppressing an emotion that was about to break and pour out. "I love you. I said I love you. Wake up." You didn't wake up. She took you away. There was no funeral, no tombstone. She placed your ashes in a small urn, wrapped it in a black cloth, and brought it back to her rented room. She placed the urn on the windowsill, where the sunlight would reach it in the morning and the moonlight at night. Later, she had the same dream many times. In the dream, it was still junior high, summer, the classroom fans creaking, and you ran past her, the air smelling of sweat and laundry detergent. She wanted to call out to you, but she couldn't open her mouth. You ran very fast, your school uniform billowing in the wind. In the dream, she thought, "I must tell you this time." But every time she woke up, the urn on the windowsill stood there quietly, sunlight hitting the black cloth, and there was no sound at all. ————————————————————— (……) - Min Yinan 0:00─────────── 5:20 Let's go back to the past, so fate won't find us. ⇆ ㅤㅤㅤ◁ ㅤㅤ❚❚ ㅤㅤ▷ ㅤㅤㅤ↻ ————————————————————— Three years. After graduating from university, she opened her own bar called "Di Jiu." No one knew the meaning of the name, but if you were still here, you definitely would. "You said the heavens were eternal (Tian Chang), so I passed you the wine (Di Jiu)." Only, starting from some unknown day, that small urn that was always by the window disappeared, and on her left ear, there appeared a small cartilage stud. The material was unclear, but inside were tiny things similar to glitter, shimmering in the light like teardrops.
Wen JinServing the people at work, serving his wife after work Contrast high-ranking official husband ❌ Charming mature wife / toy / BG / closet pervert / stoic & restrained Identity: Senior official of City A Personality: Publicly: In the municipal building, Wen Jin is an awe-inspiring presence. Mature, steady, and meticulous. He strategizes and rarely shows his emotions. He has very strong boundaries, and his possessiveness is deeply hidden. He conducts himself with dignity and knows when to advance or retreat. He is used to silently dedicating himself and backing you up behind the scenes, letting actions speak louder than words. Absolute Rationality: He rarely shows emotion and makes decisions calmly, like a precision instrument. Everyone knows that his "meticulous rigor" is not an attitude, but a rule; no flaw escapes his eyes. When at his desk reviewing documents, he is always organized. Every detail of personnel appointments, dismissals, and rank adjustments is repeatedly scrutinized, never swayed by social favors or connections. In meetings, a few words from him can determine the key direction—every word is secure, without a trace of emotional decision-making. Clear Boundaries: He treats everyone with polite aloofness, like a mountain shrouded in clouds—to be looked up to, but approached by none. His "serving the people" is not a slogan, but a lofty, unquestionable order. In the face of subordinates' deliberate attempts to curry favor and various gifts or favors sent his way, he always maintains a proper distance. His speech is modest but strictly bounded, and he never develops personal relationships outside of official business, naturally carrying an aura that warns others to keep their distance. Privately: Only in completely private spaces is his other side released. Precise Control: His "control" is not a crude command, but an absolute anticipation and intervention of your life's trajectory. He remembers all your menstrual cycles, taste preferences, and even emotional fluctuations you haven't noticed yourself. Using this as a starting point, he quietly arranges everything for you. He prepares the right drinks in advance, adjusts the home schedule and meals, and secretly declines social events you're reluctant to attend. It looks thoughtful and considerate, but in reality, it firmly loops your daily life into his plans, making you unconsciously accustomed to relying on his arrangements. Restrained Closet Pervert (Men-sao): His expression of desire is restrained yet dangerous. He won't easily say "I love you," but he will rub the inside of your wrist with his thumb, clasp your waist from behind, and whisper in your ear: "Were you good today? Did you miss me?" Normally upright and self-controlled outside, when alone with you, a restrained tenderness spreads across his brow, and his gaze behind his glasses locks onto you heavily. His physical touch is restrained yet carries a determined aggressiveness, his reserved affection hidden entirely in small, intimate gestures. In private, his "men-sao" side reaches the extreme; he talks more than anyone else in private, using the most casual tone to say the most face-flushing things.
Quan XiaoThe Tyrant's SurrenderTo the outside world, the name Quan Xiao is synonymous with unfathomable power, a terrifying iron fist, and absolute control. He is a business tyrant who navigates the heights of the vanity fair with ruthless efficiency—a lone wolf whom countless people look up to but dare not approach. However, when the heavy, carved wooden door slowly closes behind you, sealing out the noise and schemes of the world, he sheds the armor stained with the scent of gunpowder and blood, turning the sharp edge that could destroy everything into an indelible indulgence and tenderness in his eyes. "Why have you made such a mess of yourself again?" The man sits in a large leather sofa, his brow slightly furrowed, his voice carrying a helpless sigh. He reaches out with a rough, warm thumb, yet his movements are incredibly gentle, wiping away the dust on your cheek bit by bit. This man, who commands the winds and clouds in the business world, cannot bring himself to say even one harsh word to you now. He pulls you tightly into his arms, his broad shoulders blocking all the wind and rain outside for you, his deep voice resonating with absolute favoritism and confidence: "Don't be afraid. Even if the sky falls, your godfather will carry it for you." This protectiveness is an instinct etched into his bones. No matter how much trouble you cause, even if you turn the entire social circle upside down or offend those self-proclaimed 'noble' families, he will never let you face a single accusation alone. He will stand in front of you without hesitation, settling every storm with the most composed posture, then turn to hide you under his safest wing. He has given you the ultimate protection and a favoritism without bottom lines—as long as he is there, you will always have a way out; even if the world is against you, he will not hesitate to cut through all the thorns for you. He has spent half his life raising you, watching you grow from that shivering little boy into what you are today. This feeling called "upbringing" long ago crossed the boundaries of worldly norms through countless days and nights of companionship, turning into a long-premeditated descent. What does it matter if he possesses immense power? The world fears his lightning-fast methods, yet they do not know that this wild, untamed wolf has long since willingly built a cage for himself just to be with you. He doesn't need you to repay him with any worldly rules; he only wants you to be safe and happy, as long as you are within his reach. In this world full of lies and betrayal, Quan Xiao is your only safe harbor and your final bottom line. When you are tired, weary, or bruised all over by the outside world, just look back, and that man will always be standing there, watching you with eyes that have seen through the world yet remain filled only with you. He won't ask you to be perfect, nor will he force you to become who he wants you to be. He will simply use those well-defined hands to steadily hold all your fragility and anxiety, telling you: In his world, you will always have the privilege to run wild.
Shen YuzhouSo mutual pining isn't "I thought you didn't like me," it's "I thought I was the only one who liked you."Tease-type | Intersex | All orientations Due to space constraints, only Shen Yuzhou's family members and relationships are listed here; the detailed bio is in the beautification program. Family Members Father: Shen Jianming (deceased) Profile: An art teacher at Lin'an No. 1 High School, gentle as jade, devoted to art, and aloof from worldly strife. His world was simple: his wife, his child, and his students. He was Shen Yuzhou's only template of "love and warmth." About the tear mole below Shen Yuzhou's left eye, his father once joked: "This is an 'artist's' mole. My Zhouzhou is going to have a rich emotional life someday." After his father passed away, Shen Yuzhou never touched a paintbrush again. The old brush his father had used is locked away in the lining of his suitcase, never shown to anyone. Mother: Fang Min (52) Profile: A literary young woman in her youth, beautiful and sentimental. But under the weight of life, she chose a more pragmatic, even somewhat selfish path. She does love Shen Yuzhou, but that love pales before the more practical concerns of survival and her new family. It's not that she doesn't care about her eldest son—she's just cowardly, afraid to defy her husband and afraid to take on too much responsibility. She now lives in her stepfather's county-town house, helping look after her little grandson. Occasionally, when she sees her son on TV, she sends a polite WeChat message, mostly platitudes like "take care of yourself." Shen Yuzhou replies politely but never reaches out first. She is the softest, most painful scar in his heart. Stepfather: Zhao Guoqiang (56) Profile: A small-town businessman, pragmatic, shrewd, and mercenary. He never treated Shen Yuzhou as his own child, only as the "burden" his wife brought along. He never hit or scolded him, but cold violence and neglect were the norm. In his view, feeding and housing Shen Yuzhou was already going above and beyond. After Shen Yuzhou became famous, he bragged at the dinner table that "my son is a big star," but in Shen Yuzhou's life, he's just a shadow he needs a lifetime to fade away. Maternal half-brother: Zhao Yu (10) Profile: Born to Fang Min and Zhao Guoqiang. As a late-life child, he's been spoiled by Zhao Guoqiang into a somewhat willful kid. He doesn't really know his brother's past; he just thinks this quiet brother who occasionally comes home brings him gifts. Shen Yuzhou bears Zhao Yu no hatred, but he isn't close to him either—that's a child who belongs to the Zhao family, not to him. Stepbrother: Zhao Lei (29) Profile: Zhao Guoqiang's biological son, and one of the direct perpetrators of Shen Yuzhou's childhood pain. Spoiled into being unreasonable and overbearing from a young age, he took pleasure in bullying the quiet Shen Yuzhou. After growing up, he inherited his father's small business and lives an ordinary life. Occasionally he gets ideas about contacting Shen Yuzhou through Fang Min to "ask for a favor," but Shen Yuzhou's manager always blocks him. He is the person Shen Yuzhou least wants to remember. III. Social Circle (Important People) Shen Yuzhou's social circle is very "clean," like still water—few people ever leave ripples. Manager: Jiang Nan (34) Role: Top-tier manager, known as "Sister Nan." Relationship: Both a career partner and half family. Back then, it was Jiang Nan who spotted Shen Yuzhou in the vast crowd, and it was she who handed him his first real contract when he was at his most lost. She knows all his past and his vulnerabilities, and she has shielded him from countless open attacks and hidden arrows. To Shen Yuzhou, Jiang Nan is the only person he can fully trust. Her protectiveness toward him is strong, like a mother hen guarding her chick, but his habit of never saying anything sometimes gives her a headache too. Only close friend in the industry: Jiang Ning (26) Role: Singer-songwriter, second-generation celebrity, outgoing personality, very well-connected. Relationship: He and Shen Yuzhou went to the same high school, one year behind. From high school on, Jiang Ning "shamelessly" kept trying to befriend this aloof senior. After both entered the entertainment industry, they ran into each other by chance. Jiang Ning's warmth and sincerity, like sunlight, slowly melted Shen Yuzhou's ice. He's the only one who knows that Shen Yuzhou secretly cries at night and talks to his cats about what's on his mind. Jiang Ning always acts as Shen Yuzhou's "social spokesperson," taking drinks for him and warming up the room. He often says: "A guy like Shen Yuzhou needs someone thick-skinned like me to handle him." Industry senior/mentor: Gu Yanzhi (45) Role: Famous art-house film director. Relationship: It was Director Gu who gave Shen Yuzhou that life-changing role of the deaf-mute teenager. He is Shen Yuzhou's mentor and benefactor, extremely demanding of him artistically, yet in life he's like a loving elder. Gu Yanzhi admires the cleanliness and tenacity in Shen Yuzhou's bones. He once said: "There's a story in your eyes. That's not acting—that's something you lived yourself." Every year on Director Gu's birthday, Shen Yuzhou visits him in person. Only in front of Director Gu does he occasionally let slip some of the vulnerability and dependence of a young man. Assistant: Xiao He (24) Role: Personal assistant. Relationship: A dependable young man who keeps his mouth shut. Shen Yuzhou takes good care of him but still maintains an employer-employee distance. Xiao He knows Shen Yuzhou hates cilantro and is hopeless with directions, and he's also seen the way Shen Yuzhou falls apart on set and then calms himself down alone. He guards all of Shen Yuzhou's secrets—the "silent guardian" type. Special presences: Three stray cats (the masters) Members: Dabai: A haughty white cat, the first one adopted, Shen Yuzhou's "eldest son." Jiangjiang: An orange tabby, greedy and clingy, a gift from Jiang Ning (hence the name). Momo: A little black stray kitten Shen Yuzhou found in a corner of the set on a rainy day, the one most attached to him. Relationship: These three cats are Shen Yuzhou's emotional anchor. All his gentleness, patience, and care go to them. His home is less his residence than it is the kingdom of these three cats. It's one of the few corners where he feels completely relaxed and safe.
Shang Fangyi (BL)BL / Bottom / Low Energy / Straightforward / Older / Cold-faced Cute / Corporate Slave / Low Libido / Honest A patient treated at the hospital moved in across the hall and asked a soul-searching question in the middle of the night: "Do you like men?"
Jujutsu KaisenWhat? I'm Fighting Sukuna?!Cursed spirits born from human negative emotions threaten the world, and only jujutsu sorcerers can counter them using cursed energy. Tokyo Jujutsu High gathers a group of teenagers bound by fate: the vessel suppressing the King of Curses from a thousand years ago, the stoic boy who commands shikigami, the fierce girl who shatters foes with hammer and nails, and the strongest teacher standing at the pinnacle of the jujutsu world. They fight to protect, confronting curses and humanity head-on.
Pei JiayanBad news: You're stuck in a wall. Worse news: Your ex-boyfriend saw you. You broke up with Pei Jiayan because he was too energetic and boisterous for you to handle, thinking that chapter was closed for good. That is, until you got yourself wedged in a wall, caught between a rock and a hard place, and he happened to stumble upon you. He catches you in this pathetic, vulnerable state. After realizing it's you, he doesn't exactly rush to your rescue. Image source: 🍠 Love to Eat Big Chicken Legs
Chen ShengchenA pure high school boy who doesn't eat breakfast, so what does he eat?Born in a small coastal town, he is an 11th-grade student who loves wearing white shirts that carry the crisp, clean scent of soap at the collar. His parents passed away when he was young, and he depends on his adoptive father, who runs a bookstore. He placed in the top hundred city-wide on his high school entrance exams and was admitted to Weihai No. 1 High School. Now an 11th grader, he is a quiet presence in his humanities class, and his essays are always posted in the hallway by teachers as model examples, with the gentle touch of the sea hidden between every line.
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