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During the Republican Era, Shen Zhiheng, a member of the Tianjin gentry who happened to be a vampire, offended the Japanese and became the target of an assassination attempt. He was saved by a blind young lady, Mi Lan, and his best friend Situ Weilian. When he went to repay Mi Lan for saving him, he discovered the terrible family situation that Mi Lan was in, and so began to pay more attention to her. Meanwhile, Shen Zhiheng’s plan to take revenge on Li Yingliang, the mastermind behind his assassination, fell short of success thanks to Li Yingliang’s Japanese superior, raising suspicions about his identity. Since then, Li Yingliang and the Japanese were in hot pursuit of Shen Zhiheng, determined to dig out the truth about his secret.

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Mi Lan returned to her room, all along the way being nagged at by the old maid who kept yawning. “Young Mistress, you really gave us such a scare. How could you run out all by yourself? Do you want to throw your life away? Thank goodness you met a good-hearted person who fetched you home. If not, you can’t see, and you don’t recognise your surroundings, what if you’d really gotten lost? I was just thinking about waiting until Mistress is fast asleep to go and bring you home, but you…”

Mi Lan entered her room silently. After dealing with Mrs. Mi for the whole day, the old maid had long since been exhausted. Now that the young mistress had also returned, she hurriedly went to rest. Mi Lan shivered in the middle of her room, walking over to the side of her bed to sit down, removing her shoes. Her shoes were made of leather, which had now frozen to the point they seemed like metal. She curled up her legs and hugged her knees, leaning against the head of her bed. Her heart was surging in her chest and she could not sleep. Only when it was in the wee hours of the morning did she finally fall asleep.

When she woke up again, her head was heavy and her legs were wobbly. While her hands were icy cold, her forehead was boiling hot. She knew that she had fallen ill, but she did not want to draw attention to herself. After sneakily washing up, she pushed the door open and walked out.

It was about nine in the morning. The entire Mi mansion was silent. Everyone from Mrs. Mi to the old maids were all still asleep. When she walked past the telephone in the corridor, she remembered the man she had encountered in the ruins just the night before. When he had begged her to give a call to Keats Hospital, he must have forgotten about her eyes.

She could not see the number of Keats Hospital in the phone book, and if she wanted to know it, she could only ask someone else to help her find it. But who could she ask? The old maids at home? Would they allow her to randomly give a call to a doctor she did not know?

However, she had other ways. While walking, she spread out the five fingers of her right hand, picking up her walking cane that was leaning against the wall in the corner of the corridor. She thrust her left hand into the small pocket of her Western-style coat, where she had stuffed two paper bills. She had never had the need for money, nor did anyone usually give her any, but she had secretly saved a few bills. What had she saved them for? She herself had never known, but today, she finally did. It was probably written in the stars that she had saved those few dollars just so that she could leave the house that very day.

She gently pushed the door of the building open and slipped out. Hurriedly, she crossed the yard, out of the main gate and into the street. She walked towards the end of the street, where she could hear the voices and laughter of the rickshaw pullers.

She sat herself onto a rickshaw, the palm of the hand that was holding her walking cane full of sweat. “Take me to Keats Hospital.”

She was worried that the rickshaw puller did not know where Keats Hospital was, but he happily replied, “Okay! Sit tight!”

Mi Lan did not know that Keats Hospital was closeby.

When the rickshaw pullers ran, the people sitting behind them would lean backwards. As she rarely left the house, and even so would usually do so in a motor car, this was her first time leaning back on the street while someone else was pulling her. She was full of sweat, constantly worrying that she would lean back too far and fall backwards onto the street. Fortunately, the rickshaw puller stopped after running not too far a distance.

“Miss, we’re here!”

The rickshaw stopped, and Mi Lan pitched forward. Fumbling around, she got off the rickshaw and onto the floor, retrieving a bill from her pocket and passing it to the rickshaw puller.

“Is this enough?”

“More than enough!” the rickshaw puller smiled. “This short distance does not need a dollar! You just need to give me twenty cents. Even if it’s more than that, I won’t dare to accept it. If your parents find out, they’ll definitely scold me for bullying children.”

Mi Lan did not have any spare change. Besides, be it twenty cents or a dollar, the difference was not big to her. In any case, she just wanted to get to Keats Hospital. Since she had reached, she had already checked off her first goal.

She shook her head at the rickshaw puller and said, “Then don’t go. I’m here at the hospital to find someone. I will leave after telling him something, and you can send me back home.”

The rickshaw puller agreed and pointed the way to her to enter the hospital. The full name of Keats Hospital was “Keats General Hospital”. It occupied quite a big yard, and had many medical specialisations, from haemorrhoidectomy to obstetrics and gynaecology. It had everything, and particularly specialised in the treatment of sexually transmitted diseases. The head of the hospital treated all patients of sexually transmitted diseases equally, giving all of them arsphenamine shots and never mixing any fake medicine in it. After a few shots, the extreme pain that the patients suffered could really be alleviated. Besides treating ailments of the physical body, this hospital also provided an outlet for the poor. When the poor people in the neighbourhood were desperate, they could come here to sell their blood. At ten dollars for a pound, the price of blood was fair, and they would often round the number up for the poor people. So, the business of this hospital was always booming, and its entrance was always parked with cars.

The concierge happened to be standing in the yard when he suddenly saw a blind young girl enter, much to his confusion. This young girl was dressed in grey, and did not look like a wealthy young lady. However, when he looked again, her grey clothes were of good material, and she herself was extraordinarily smooth-skinned, and was definitely from a normal family. The concierge saw her standing in a daze.

Mi Lan had already noticed his presence. She turned her head towards him and asked, “Hello, may I ask, is this Keats Hospital?”

“Yes, you’re right.”

“Then, may I ask if there is a Doctor Situ Weilian here?”

“Ah, yes! Are you looking for him?”

Mi Lan nodded once. “Yes. Could I trouble you to take me to see him? I have something very urgent for him.”

The concierge brought Mi Lan to the lounge, and went to find Doctor Situ. Sitting in the lounge, Mi Lan concentrated on distinguishing the different scents in the air. Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked towards the entrance. She could hear someone approaching with large strides.

Sure enough, the door opened, and Situ Weilian appeared.

The Situ family was originally an overseas Chinese family from Nanyang [1] , but had returned to China more than twenty years ago. Old Man Situ was obsessed with being an official, and given his considerable assets, he had held quite a number of important official titles in the northern regions around Jingdu [2] and Tianjin during the time of the Beiyang government [3] . Situ Weilian actually did not have anything to do with the Situ family; he was Old Man Situ’s adopted son. According to hearsay, he had lost both of his parents when he was around the age of seventeen or eighteen. Even though he was already a young man and could establish his own family and eke out a living for his own, it was as if Old Man Situ had some relationship with his family, and so had taken him in as his adopted son.

The Situ family had no lack of children, and the biological children already bickered among themselves quite often. Hence, Situ Weilian had never really set foot into the Situ home, and had always stayed on the school premises while studying. When he had finally graduated from medical school and gotten a job at Keats Hospital, he spent his own money and took advantage of the Situ family even less. The young ladies and young masters of the Situ family saw that he was not their rival when it came to splitting the family inheritance, and so they were quite friendly with him.

Situ Weilian’s parentage was complicated. He was born tall and fair, with a head of curly hair. When dressed in a white coat. He resembled a large jade plant. Hearing that a young lady had paid him a visit, Doctor Situ rushed over in high spirits, his white coat floating out behind him as if he were running against the wind. It was only until he entered the room and had a look did he become slightly disappointed. This lady was too ludicrously young. She was simply still a child.

“Hello,” he said. “I am Situ Weilian.”

Mi Lan stood up and bowed to him. Then, she straightened her waist and said, “I’m called Mi Lan. I have a secret to tell you, please close the door.”

Situ Weilian turned around and closed the room door tightly. Then, he walked to Mi Lan’s side and sat down. “A secret? Do you know me?”

Mi Lan turned towards Situ Weilian and said softly, “Your friend is injured, he wants you to go and save him.”

“My friend? Who?”

Mi Lan frowned. “I forgot to ask him for his name.”

“Sit down and tell me in detail. Which friend of mine is injured?”

Mi Lan followed his words, sitting down. Then, she related the entire story to him. The more he listened, the uneasier Situ Weilian became. When she finished, he said softly, “I understand! I’ll go and save him tonight!”

“Please try to go as early as you can. I’m afraid that he will freeze to death.”

“I know. Don’t worry, I know what to do. Xiao Meimei [4] , thank you. When he is better, we will visit you to thank you.”

Mi Lan hurriedly waved her hands. “Don’t, my mother doesn’t know that I left the house at night. If she does, she will beat me. I don’t want your thanks either. Just make sure that he lives well.”

After that, she stood up. “I’ll go home now.”

Situ Weilian followed her to the door. “I’ll call a rickshaw to fetch you home.”

At the door, Mi Lan suddenly turned around. She could not see, and Situ Weilian knew that she could not see, but she stared at him with a pair of icy cold eyes, and said in a low voice, “You will really go and save him, right?”

Situ Weilian smiled, “Of course. He’s my best friend.”

Mi Lan lowered her eyelids, remembering Situ Weilian’s voice and scent. If Situ Weilian lied to her and let the man in the ruins die from pain or the cold, then unless she died herself, she would definitely return to question him as long as she had the chance.

Mi Lan left the hospital and got onto the rickshaw. The moment she returned to her house, she could not last any longer.

Her body was boiling hot, but her face was as pale as marble. Were the people at home awake? Did they know that she had left the house sneakily? She did not bother to check, scrambling to her room. Her body felt like it was floating as she lay on her mattress. She was drowsy, but her senses were incomparably sharp. Sound waves from near and afar howled as they reached her, as if she could hear the boundless universe. This universe had neither colours nor faces, but other than that, it had everything.

In the afternoon, the old maids discovered that Mi Lan had a high fever, and hurriedly went to inform Mrs. Mi. Still simmering in anger, Mrs. Mi rushed to Mi Lan’s bedside upon hearing this, pointing at her and scolding, “I only said a few things to you last night, and you’re pretending to be sick today? What? Are you trying to blackmail me? I’m telling you, you’d better stop acting! Your father ruined my life, and now you want to join in the fun and climb all over me? Let me tell you directly, no way! If you’re so capable, then get lost and leave this home forever! So many people are mothers but I must be the one who committed a sin and had a blind child like you! I can’t marry you off and I can’t kick you out, you have to rely on me for my entire life! Until when must I endure this till the end?!”

After saying that, Mrs. Mi wanted to cry and continue scolding at the same time. But since it was difficult to do both at the same time, she moved to beat Mi Lan in anger. The old maid, seeing Mi Lan lying on the bed, as thin as a “sheet” of person and truly unable to bear Mrs. Mi’s fists and kicks any longer, begged and coaxed Mrs. Mi until she left the room.

Mi Lan lay on her bed with her eyes closed, unmoving.

As the head of Keats Hospital was Situ Weilian’s elder cousin, Situ Weilian easily managed to borrow a hospital car. He even left early that late afternoon, going home first to make some preparations.

He was so nervous that he could not eat his dinner, anxiously looking outside the window as he waited for the sky to turn dark. Simply turning dark was not enough, it had to be dark to the point where everything was silent, where not even a single stray dog could be found on the street.

At midnight, he left.

The young girl who had come to see him that morning, the one called Mi Lan, did not know a single road name besides the one where her house was. He finally managed to get the route right only after much effort. As for the identity of the person who had asked for help, there was no need to mention it. It was definitely Shen Zhiheng. Besides Shen Zhiheng, who else would think so highly of him and dare to be so hell-bent on waiting for him to save his life?

As he drove along the street, he opened his eyes wide and kept them peeled on the road. On the passenger seat was a canvas satchel, in which two glass bottles kept clinking against one another. Nothing must go wrong. If he got stopped, without even mentioning anything else, just those two bottles were sufficient to put him in a pickle. The street lamps along the two sides of the road grew fewer in number. Now that he had passed the bustling neighbourhood that was akin to a forest of Western-style houses, he softly sighed in relief, turning the steering wheel into a small dark alley and stopping the car along the side of the road.

Pushing open the car door, he jumped out, sneezing as the cold wind blew across him. He wrapped his coat tighter around him. It was a windy, moonless night, and he could only vaguely discern the silhouettes of the ruins before him.

Fumbling around, he took a step forward with his waist slightly bent. As he walked, he gently called out, “Shen-xiong [5] , I’m here. Where are you?”

A moan came from behind a ruined wall.

Situ Weilian hurriedly ran over. Just at this moment, the clouds in the sky parted, revealing the moon. Under the moonlight, he looked down and jumped in shock.

“Aiyo, my goodness!” He took a step closer, bending down to take a closer look. “Shen-xiong, who made such a mess out of you? Can you still live?”

Shen Zhiheng’s voice rang out. Although it was feeble, it was still relatively stable, “That depends on whether you want me to live or not.”

Situ Weilian stretched out his hands, wanting to hug him, yet he did not know where to start. “Of course I want you to live. If not, why would I come here?”

Shen Zhiheng sighed softly, “Then just get about to saving me.”

Situ Weilian stood up and turned in a circle. As if a stroke of luck had befallen him, he suddenly got a brainwave, peeling his coat off him and messily rolling Shen Zhiheng up in it. When he had wrapped up approximately all of the the tiny bits and pieces of his body [6] , he hoisted up this roll with the strength of both his arms, then rushed to the street and sent the roll into the backseat.

Panting, he sat on the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove home.

In the little apartment where he lived alone, Situ Weilian busied himself until dawn broke.

With his hands on his hips, he stood beside the bed and looked at his work of art. This work of art was a human shape that was tied tightly with bandages and splits, a little like a mummy, with only half a face, that was still in a relatively good condition, revealed. A blanket was pulled up to the mummy’s chest. Having just fallen asleep, Shen Zhiheng’s eyes were closed.

Although Situ Weilian had just graduated from medical school, he could not even be considered a charlatan doctor, and always just dawdled around in the surgical department of Keats Hospital. Just now, he had put in a lot of effort and buckets of sweat, before he finally managed to stuff Shen Zhiheng’s overflowing organs back into his torso, and his dangling eyeball back into his eye socket. As for the large hole on his forehead, half a head’s worth of his brain juice that had now disappeared to lands unknown, and his shattered joints, Situ Weilian could do nothing for these, and he could only wrap Shen Zhiheng into something that resembled the shape of a person.

He had three hot water bottles at home. He filled all of them up and put them beside Shen Zhiheng. Shen Zhiheng had lain in the ruins for two days and two nights, and his body temperature was cold like a snake’s. If not for how he might have dissolved into a whole tub of minced meat in a bathtub, Situ Weilian really wanted to give him a hot bath so that he could quickly regain a normal body temperature.

Never mind how he could not freeze to death.

“Shen-xiong?” he asked.

Shen Zhiheng had no response.

Rubbing his hands, he lowered his body and moved to Shen Zhiheng’s ear, calling again, “Shen-xiong?”

Shen Zhiheng still had no response.

He licked his lips, held his breath, and extended his hands, lifting Shen Zhiheng’s lip. Tilting his head, he closed one eye, attempting to peer at the latter’s oral cavity. Then, with his fingertip, he nudged his tooth. Shen Zhiheng’s teeth were neat and firm. Risking an injury to his fingertip, he applied pressure as he pressed his canine. As expected, a sharp little tooth, almost like a thorn, suddenly pushed out from his gums, extending down from behind his canine.

He snickered, and immediately saw that Shen Zhiheng had opened his eyes. Shen Zhiheng’s eyes were large and deep, staring coldly at Situ Weilian.

“Stop fooling around.”

Then, he closed his eyes and continued to sleep, all the way until noon.

For him, this was already considered a rare long sleep. Situ Weilian lay at the foot of the bed, reading a novel as he raised it in the air. Suddenly hearing movement, he sat up and asked, “You’re up?”

Shen Zhiheng yawned. “I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?”

Situ Weilian became spirited. “If you want to eat something, that’s possible. Let’s make a deal–”

Shen Zhiheng suddenly shut his eyes tight, his expression equal parts agonised and frightening. “Fuck off! I’m about to starve to death!”

Holding back his tongue, Situ Weilian jumped off the bed and without even wearing his slippers, went straight to his canvas satchel beside the door to retrieve the two dark red glass bottles from it.

Dark red, because their contents were full of blood.

Removing the rubber stopper at the mouth of the bottles, he found a straw from a drawer and stuck it into one of the bottles. With both his hands, he held the bottle to the side of the pillow, and Shen Zhiheng turned his head and held the straw in his mouth, sucking desperately. He finished one bottle of blood in a breath, and Situ Weilian hurriedly continued with the second. When Shen Zhiheng had also sucked the second bottle dry, he spat out the straw, and let out a long breath.

His eyeballs trembled as they rolled up into their sockets, and his eyelids suddenly pressed shut together. As if he were dizzy, he sank into the mattress, slightly parting his lips and breathing softly. Situ Weilian stood beside the bed, not daring to make a sound or move, staring at him with large eyes.

Ten minutes later, Shen Zhiheng slowly came back to his senses. Turning his head to look at Situ Weilian, he slowly said, his voice gentle, “Weilian, I’m sorry. I scared you.”

Situ Weilian turned and put the bottles on the table, pulling a towel from the washbasin stand. He walked over and wiped the blood stains from the corners of Shen Zhiheng’s lips. “Aiya, I saved you, and you still roared at me.”

“When I’m better, I’ll definitely reward you handsomely, okay?”

Situ Weilian’s temper was like that of a child’s. He resentfully walked to the bathroom to wash the two bottles, and to wash the flecks of blood on his hands with soap. By the time he returned to the room, his aggrievement had already subsided.

He excitedly sat by the bed and asked Shen Zhiheng, “Tell me, who attacked you so viciously?”

“Don’t bother about this. I know who it is.”

“Fine, I won’t bother. Anyway, those newspapers of yours are always full of gossip, daring to expose anyone’s secrets. There must definitely be a lot of people who hate you. But, Shen-xiong, you must be really fortunate. Even by lying down without moving, you can wait for a young lady to be your messenger. It was in the middle of the night, what do you think she had gone all the way there for?”

“I don’t know. The next time I see her, I’ll ask her.”

“Anyway, she really is quite brave. She actually came all the way to our hospital by herself, and she can’t see.”

“She went to the hospital personally?”

“Yeah,” Situ Weilian poked him. “Now that I think about it, she even said that she didn’t want us to go to her house to thank her. She said that she had done all of this secretly. If her mother found out, her mother would definitely beat her.”

“Mm,” Shen Zhiheng responded noncommittally.

In the afternoon, Situ Weilian left the house to go to work. He had a grand total of two tasks at work: the first was to return the car, the second was to sit at the surgery department. If there was something to do, he would do it, if there was nothing, he would mimic a Western doctor and sit at the entrance of the surgery department like an exhibit, letting the patients see him and to show that the hospital had influences from both China and the West, and was full of Western influence.

Situ Weilian sat for half a day, until his buttocks were nearly flattened. Then, in the evening, like a thief, he pilfered two large bottles of blood and returned home. There was an endless flow of poor people who came to Keats Hospital to sell their blood, and the hospital simply could not keep that many. If the hospital did not want it, then he wanted it. When others asked, he said that he was selling it to Shen Zhiheng, who had a strange quirk of using human blood to water his plants, in particular, orchids.

This quirk was scary enough. If a normal person used human blood to water their plants everyday, even if their family members did not bother, their neighbours would send him off to the psychiatric hospital. But Shen Zhiheng was a famous tycoon, and people were always particularly tolerant of people like that, just like how it was natural for a talented scholar to divorce his wife with bound feet at home, all the while dating his female students. Lording over the concession zone in his Western-style mansion, even if Shen Zhiheng secretly ate live people, as long as the patrol did not bother, no one could do anything to him, let alone if he watered his plants with human blood.

Situ Weilian actually had long wanted to leave Keats Hospital and stop loafing around, because it was too boring and it felt like he was wasting his time. But, in order to feed that Shen-xiong, it was not yet convenient for him to resign. He had known his Shen-xiong for a little more than three years. It was not a long time, but when they had first met, it was as if they were old friends, and their relationship was deep. When they had first met, it was also at night. After getting off a night shift, as he was about to leave the hospital, he had bumped into an unconscious Shen Zhiheng at the hospital entrance. He had pulled Shen Zhiheng into the hospital, and just when he had wanted to find out what ailment he was suffering from, in the blink of an eye, this comatose old brother had rushed into the yard, and taken a bite out of the hospital’s large watch-wolfdog [7] .

After filling his stomach with dog blood, Shen Zhiheng had calmed down and had turned around to look at Situ Weilian. He was waiting for Situ Weilian to start yelling wildly, however, Situ Weilian was silent, and had only said, “Your teeth are not bad!”

And then, “You have to pay for our dog. That’s the hospital’s dog.”

The two people got to know each other then. On a spiritual level, it could be said that the two of them had very different ways of thinking, yet they could get along very well - not something that was faked, but actually genuine.

As for what exactly this Shen-xiong was, Situ Weilian had known him for three years and had conducted research on him for two and a half years, but till date, he still could not figure out what kind of creature he was. If he did not take it too seriously, Weilian thought that this old brother could be considered a type of demon or monster.

Shen Zhiheng lay in Situ Weilian’s house for a month.

On the night of the thirtieth day, Situ Weilian removed the bandages and splits on Shen Zhiheng’s body. He lay naked on the bed, his skeleton whole and perfect, his joints agile, his skin colour even. He had no scars, and had only become shockingly thin. His four limbs seemed strangely long, and his entire body was covered with the smell of blood, as if he had just crawled out from an ocean of blood.

After taking a hot bath in Situ Weilian’s bathtub, he emerged from the water and sat on the wooden stool beside the bathtub, lowering his head and letting Situ Weilian cut his hair. With a pair of scissors in one hand and a wooden comb in the other, Situ Weilian meticulously cut his hair.

He cut and muttered at the same time, “The blood is twenty a bottle, you drank a total of more than fifty bottles, let’s count it as sixty. Two times six is twelve, a total of a thousand and two hundred. I also waited on you for a month, and slept on the floor for you for a month. Today, I’m even cutting your hair. So, tomorrow, you must give me two thousand.”

Shen Zhiheng said, “You good-for-nothing, after calculating here and there, it’s only two thousand?” Then, he suddenly remembered a new question. “You’ve been bringing back so much blood recently, will anyone in the hospital get suspicious?”

Situ Weilian immediately smiled. “I have my ways, you don’t have to bother about it. You just said that two thousand is too little, why don’t you add a little and let me prosper?”

“I’ll write you a cheque tomorrow.”

“How much?”

“I’m not sure. It depends on my mood.”

Situ Weilian used the scissors to knock Shen Zhiheng’s head. “Anyway, I know that you won’t mistreat me. Just you wait, I’ll cut you a pretty new hairstyle.”

Shen Zhiheng lifted his head, somewhat alarmed, “What new hairstyle? Just cut it short for me. Don’t fool around with my head.”

“A hairstyle like mine, how’s that?”

“A popcorn head? No thanks.”

“You don’t understand, this hairstyle of mine is this year’s latest style in Paris. I just didn’t comb it well, once I put a bit of wax, it wouldn’t look like popcorn anymore.”

“No, no, I must go out and meet people tomorrow.”

“Hmph!” Situ Weilian snapped the scissors shut. “It’s not up to you.”

Situ Weilian got what he wished, cutting the hair on Shen Zhiheng’s temples until he turned pale, letting him bathe in a modern gust of wind from Paris.

Then, he stuffed a bottle of blood into his canvas satchel, intending to secretly send Shen Zhiheng back to the Shen mansion. He walked to the door and turned around, and when he did not see Shen Zhiheng, he hurriedly carried his back and returned to the bathroom. Shen Zhihen was looking at himself in the mirror, applying hair tonic to his head.

“Shen-xiong, must you really?” He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. “It’s the middle of the night, who will see you?”

Shen Zhiheng parted his hair, then combed it all towards the back. Without any stray hairs concealing his face, it was obvious how thin his face was. His large eyes were sunken below his thick, black eyebrows, his nose bridge was high, his lips thin, and even his chin seemed to be sharper. He raised his hand to adjust the knot of his tie, looked at the mirror, and sighed.

He turned to face Situ Weilian, “The thing that people like me are the most scared of is to reveal any flaws. Especially this time, all the more should I not let anyone be able to tell that I have just escaped from death.”

“So what if they can tell? Anyway, you didn’t really die.”

“Escaping from death is ultimately something dire. It’s best if I remain dignified to the end.”

Upon saying this, he pulled the hem of his suit, turned around, and walked out of the narrow bathroom. When he passed Situ Weilian, he saw this young man still holding his pocket in a daze.

He said softly, “Keep up, send me home.”

Situ Weilian came to his senses, hurriedly chasing him out of the door.

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Southeast Asia.

京都 (jīng dū) literally means “capital city”, and was what Beijing was called from 1918 to 1928 under the Beiyang government.

The internationally recognised government of China from 1912 to 1928.

妹妹 (mèi mei) means “little sister”, and 小 (xiǎo) means “small” or “little”. When put together, it essentially means “little sister”.

兄 (xiōng) means “older brother”.

The exact phrase used here was “七零八碎的玩意儿”, which literally means the “seven and eight bits of playthings” - which I laughed at because it just describes what a crappy condition Shen Zhiheng was in with his body literally falling to pieces hahahahahaha (the drama version was ten times more sanitised).

A watchdog that happens to be of a wolfdog breed.

#snowfall #冰雪谣 #the shadow #如月 #snowfalltl #userdramas #vampires #translation #*transl #tuserashinlae #lextag #roserayne #SCREAMING at how graphic the actual novel is #his eyeball dangling out #SUCKING THE BLOOD OFF HIS FINGERS IN FRONT OF HIS MURDERERS IN THE PREV CHAPTER #if they'd shown that in the show i would have passed away

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