Jaded Cloud (джен)

“Xiao Jiu” died a long time ago. And flickered with a blossom of hope, only manslaughtered by Yue Qingyuan again and again. “Xiao Jiu” was brushed with the ink of heavenly death, of freedom, until it stained and stained his body until nothing remained.
How fitting for a scum like him. Qi Qingqi would surely agree with that assessment. Liu Qingge too, if he were alive. Only fools would refuse that statement, and Yue Qi was the biggest fool he had the (mis)fortune of meeting.
Darkness overcame his vision, and he passed on. Was passed over by the soup of forgetfulness, too resentful to drink yet too pure to face the gates of punishment for damned souls.
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“He will be named Lan Zhan,” a female’s voice declared. She sounded exhausted. “My Lan Zhan.” She embraced Shen Qingqiu—Lan Zhan—in her arms and cooed at him.