Cloudswept peaks fill my eyes, a gate to the springtime skies,
and fingertips birth words, stroke by mighty stroke.
How I hate it that these robes of silk and gauze lock my poems
away, leaving me to gaze at the men's names, and yearn.
Yu Hsuanji, 9th century CE
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Crimson Qi, Exiled Beautiful Lady Falls in Love with a Shy Demon
FantasyAn unlucky noblewoman precipitates a civil war and falls for a half-demonic beggar with a self-destructive healing talent. Summary: Tien Lyn was born lucky, but her luck ran out fast. Tossed on the currents of politics and magic, she lives in the ac...
