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22nd June 2025

« A hug goodbye. »

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Photo booth picture

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nom nom nom

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imma draw tonight 😏

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I feel like, guan shan needed to get out of that tiny storage unit apartment. It was like an all-encompassing reminder of their class disparity, which has always been the biggest friction between them. With him now living with He Tian, Mo is still going to struggle with it in terms of not wanting to freeload, but I think its going to be easier for him to forget about it. Its just going to be the two of them, in a safe place, all to themselves.

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He Tian has been this strange combination of hesitant and forceful that I bet it's been leaving Mo wondering "what is this? What are we??"

So I think He Tian outright saying "kiss me" was the type of outright & forward confirmation Mo needed to understand what He Tian wants - which is him.

Now the additional "just kidding" was a safety net. Its as a result of the confusion going the other way too. Mo's been cagey and dishonest, saying stuff like 'if you never came back I would've forgotten you', but at the same time he's not kicking HT out of his bed or refusing Ht's invitation to live with him. So He Tian has been equally wondering "I hope you still want me, but Im not sure"

This is as communicative as they have ever been lol. And even then, Mo's not using his words but action instead 🤦🏽‍♀️ these boys

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also while im in the over analyzing, rambling mood, timeskip he tian seems so much more tired both emotionally and physically, it's like he's exhausted

it just makes me wonder like, what exactly happened while he tian was gone? how estranged is he really from his family? how much was just studying abroad and how much was he actually witnessing and learning about his family "buisness"? we know he tian hates his dad and what his family does and we also know his dad to some degree wanted he tian to be a part of the family business

but he tian says he started a buisness to take care of mo

which i am so interested like if he truly did separate from his father and his family, how? how did he manage that? what did he have to go through first before gaining that freedom? we know he's still close to his brother from some of the extra chapters and official art where we see him take mo to visit he cheng and brother qiu

im just so curious about what happened to he tian while he was gone, what happened between him and his dad? him and his brother? if he's truly free from his father how did that happen? what sort of "buisness" is he even running? why does he look so damn exhausted all the time???

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14th June 2025

« Tidying up. »

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A lot of bare thighs are on display in this chapter and I am eating it UP.

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Tidy

By Old Xian

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oh we are so back.... I, ME, AM SO BACK

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English translation

Manhua: 19 days

Author: @oldxian_ox

Chapter 472 "Organize."

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Read all the chapters at : @/19days.eng

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THIS IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEE

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SWEET FUCKING JESUS I AM ALIIIIIIIVE!!!!!

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Update Tomorrow

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tianshan ficlet (based on chapter 411)

i've been rummaging through my old drafts and found this little thing i wrote the same day this chapter came out <3 (more than two years ago w h a t)

if you happen to read this, i hope you enjoy it!

When He Tian’s eyes open to pitch-darkness, he can only feel two things: Guan Shan’s hedgehog hair tickling his nose and the cold numbness prickling across the skin of his bandaged hand. The whole of him feels misaligned, as if something inside shifted during sleep and never clicked back into place. Where obscurity would usually send him spiraling into the grip of whatever personal nightmare chose to haunt him, its silence now leaves room for the desperation and fear to recede and for the memory of the crazy string of events that led them here to come drifting back to him.

Just hours ago, his mind had been consumed with two things: Guan Shan’s safety, and tearing She Li out of the quiet, fragile patch of peace he and Guan Shan had somehow begun to build. A peace so muted and sparse, they hadn’t noticed it growing until it was already under threat.

Fewer hours ago, there had been only one thought left in his head: Guan Shan, Guan Shan, Guan Shan. The world had receded without protest, minutes stretching wide and unhurried as they got lost in each other. It had been just one kiss, but as soon as their lips met, Guan Shan showed a kind of courage so rare—not the bluster he wore like armor when pushing people away— that it would have been a crime not to see it as the treasure it really was. He Tian had poured everything into the moment, tracing every soft exhale, every hitch in breath, every detail; the scent of his skin, the heat of his mouth, the gentleness neither of them felt they had the words to name.

When they separated, out of breath after what felt like an eternity, Guan Shan looked at him as if, for the first time in his life, he had climbed over the walls that encased his hurt and landed on his feet, instead of breaking into pieces. For the split heartbeat that display of faint hope stunned He Tian into silence, those impossibly sharp eyes, pupils now soft and unfocused, washed in a haze of colour that is the most alluring he has ever seen.

He Tian can only hope that whatever his eyes mirrored in that moment honored even a fraction of what he was given. Seeing as Guan Shan now lies beside him, back turned and exposed, maybe it did.

He’s sure as fuck banking everything on Guan Shan believing in him, because what waits ahead is a fall without wings, and they’re already leaning over the edge.

Now that the shadow eating away at Guan Shan’s life has been dispelled, the two are melting into the mattress, tension bleeding out one exhalation at a time. He Tian craves giving himself up to this sweet reprieve. And yet, a bell tolls in his mind, each sound signalling this unbelievable night's retreat.

A creak in the hallway. Pipes groaning like an old man’s knees. A truck grinding gears out on the road. The quiet snick of the front door closing. Ms. Mo, kind as ever, doesn’t want to disrupt their slumber, even when she must be up at an ungodly hour to make it to an early shift.

Every sound stings the silence with one message: Time’s almost up, He Tian.

He shifts, slowly, careful not to wake Guan Shan. The hand that still aches is useless, so he props himself up with the other, watching the curve of Guan Shan’s spine rise and fall beneath the sheet. There’s a tiny, pale scar near his nose that He Tian doesn’t remember seeing before. The blemish beckons him to commit it to memory: another marked page to come back to when sleep won’t come and he needs to remember who it all is for—everything he’s done, everything he’ll give.

When he convinces himself he's sated, he lies back down, buries his face into the pillow he knows Guan Shan fluffed up for him when he thought he wasn’t looking. He sinks into the terribly inviting warmth of the body beside him, hoping to drown in it, if only to quiet his own thoughts. In the end, he can barely soak in it, but still, he’s grateful. Grateful he gets to touch him like this: just the barest glide of his fingertips over slightly overgrown red hair, a vulnerable nape, vertebrae pressing through a thin T-shirt.

By the time the shy daylight begins to brush over their bodies, He Tian finds himself wishing for once that the night could stay, holding this moment in place forever.