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Fang Doubing taking care of Li Lian Hua

MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK (2023)

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"Do you think my master might be in hiding, under an alias?" — Fang Duobing to Li Lianhua, who is in fact his master who's in hiding under an alias

Mysterious Lotus Casebook (莲花楼) Episode 21

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Li Xiangyi | Mysterious Lotus Casebook

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Mysterious Lotus Casebook | Living in Lotus Tower

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– Then Li Xiangyi must be alive, right?

MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK 【莲花楼】 (2023): EPISODE 05

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Li Lianhua • Lotus Li's Lotus Hairpins

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Sad Bonus:

Di Feisheng? The devil of Jinyuan Alliance, Di Feisheng? Don't you know it's because of him that my master has been missing for ten years? How could you be with someone like that? Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023) | Ep. 13

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local man's closet is literally a rainbow @asiandramanet november creator bingo board ⎈ colour

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MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK 莲花楼 — 2023, dir. Guo Hu, Ren Hai Tao

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Still Star-Crossed (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Benvolio Montague/Rosaline, Rosaline Capulet/Benvolio Montague Characters: Benvolio Montague, Rosaline (Romeo and Juliet), Livia Capulet Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

- Buy the pretty journal -Meet Livia and Juliet for lunch -Tell Montague that he left his leather jacket at the bookshop again (I'm never giving it back to him. How many does he have anyway?)

Rosaline makes lists about everything. Benvolio Montague starts getting featured in them.

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Timelessness

Neymar

It was solemnly quiet, alone in the hospital room. He was asked no questions and nothing was asked of him. He did not, for the first time in a long while, have to listen.

It was a wondrous moment.

He looked out of the window. He wasn’t sure of the hour, it might have been early morning. The sky was cloudless. It had been awhile since he had seen a welcoming sun. Soon it would be summer.

A good time, the summer. The sun gave you and did not want in return. That was kind of it. He wondered what it would be like, living free. He wasn’t sure he knew what freedom was anymore.

He used to think that dreams were made of freedom. A bursting star that everyone could see, like gold confetti. It was only that everyone else had dreams too and when they all intertwined, they were sometimes more night than star.

The night was not as giving as the sun.

He wondered if he was generous. He thought he was. It was strange, how he sometimes felt guilty that he might not be. And sometimes, as though he was only liked because he was.

He was magnanimous with words too, encouragement and praise. Although he did not want to think so, he wasn’t sure he was appreciated enough.

He seemed to be thanking others more than they thanked him.

Maybe he was like the sun.

He stretched and his foot hurt. It was too numb for him to dwell on the pain. The doctor had been insistent that he not rush it, that there should be no time limit to his healing.

Perhaps that was a kind of freedom, not having to worry and worry about when he would recover. He could not walk, he would not think of running.

He would dream of flying.

The nurses came once in a while. They were formal and friendly. They would be the same with any other patient, which was quite peculiar because he was not like any other person.

Or perhaps in some places he was.

They did not ask for photos. That was usually what happened around him. He had to smile and smile and smile. He was rather handsome, he knew, so he looked great in those pictures. He wasn’t sure if he meant his smiles anymore though.

He sometimes did not want to be on camera. He did not want to be judged. He wondered who he would be, if he did not have an audience. He had always had one, so he supposed he had to like it, but maybe sometimes, he could choose not to.

Anonymity could be a kind of freedom.

Here, at the hospital, it was about how he felt, all and only about him. No other opinion existed, except his own. That was once how he thought life would be. A bit less overwhelming, at least.

The doctors spoke carefully, as though he might be hurt if they were any louder. He remembered the fans, then. They thought he did not hear their criticism and ignored their bitterness.

He did. Or perhaps he did what they did not like because their comments affected him.

He had made all these choices with good intentions and surprising endings. Some hated him for it and some wanted him to win all kinds of awards and every trophy.

He wondered if he wanted them.

Time was different in a hospital. Hours or days did not matter. It somehow felt like the world had stopped spinning all together and there was nothing besides him breathing, slowly, calmly. He wondered if he was content.

That was what football was supposed to be, after all, contentment. The ball and the goal, a celebration of his skill and the love he had for it.

He closed his eyes. It would be four months before he returned to the field. His teammates were waiting for him. And so were his fans. He would be amazing, as he always was, he knew.

A superstar.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 나의 나라 | My Country: The New Age (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nam Seon Ho & Seo Hwi, Nam Seon Ho & Seo Yeon Characters: Nam Seon Ho, Seo Hwi, Seo Yeon (My Country: The New Age) Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Seon Ho's life has been written in farewells.

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30 trips around the sun and im still surprised when the days get shorter after a long summer like the nights already feel much cooler now and soon it'll be dark at 4 in the afternoon and i'll go wow man look how dark it is and it's only 4 and come spring ill realize that wow you can actually tell the days are getting longer and warmer isnt that crazy and in the summer i'll be lying in bed at 11 thinking woah it's still not dark out and then in september ill say to myself phew that sure was a long summer you can already tell the days are getting shorter and ill remember this post and maybe ill go look for it and reblog it and dear reader, i for one hope that we both live to see it

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it’s really funny seeing that “all that pain and misery and loneliness and it only made you kind” quote used on wei wuxian because like… he became a heretical necromancer who tortured his enemies into carving their living own bodies up and eating it i’m—

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if it doesn’t have a happy ending then what’s the point. i’m already depressed i don’t need ur help

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Sometimes your heart cries, while your eyes are dry. And I think that’s the worst. 

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What do you guys do in your free time?

Bicker. Bicker. Bicker.

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