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The night doesn't go quite as planned. But that's okay. Mostly, okay.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Two thousand years, four hundred emperors, nine dynasties, one lifetime. Bai Qi has yet to find much reason to lower his head-- except to bow to his King.

Look, in Zhao Yunlan's defence, he really wasn't expecting aliens. Not of the actual crashed spaceship kind, anyway. The fact that his phone doesn't have a signal is less unexpected all the way out here. Shen Wei is just never going to agree to stay behind ever again.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Zhao Yunlan shares a cozy evening with his very average human husband.

He wants to savour the easy way Shen Wei yields to him like this, where he can never quite let go under normal circumstances, even when Shen Wei might want to.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Time, space, and circumstance, he doesn't care about that, he was just following the red butterfly.

"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are." ~Anaïs Nin

When I open up, he meets me where I am.

There's more than one reason why Zhao Yunlan's car makes Shen Wei—uncomfortable.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Sometimes, it's the small things that hurt the most.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Haixing feels different when Shen Wei doesn't have the robes and mask of the Black Cloaked Envoy to shroud himself in.

[Podfic of my own work.]

The Envoy is usually more controlled than this, and Zhao Xinci doesn't know what's pushed him over the edge this time.

Flowers representing Li Qian and Zhu Hong, made of plastic, wires, tights, string and duck tape. (Tutorials and step by step in chapter 2)

When they finally came together in the present day, Shen Wei had assumed some things would change. It doesn't occur to him that Zhao Yunlan might not have made the same assumptions.

Who approved these posters for publication?! The following ads are glib and include tourism enticements from both Haixing and Dixing, as well as a Yashou PSA regarding springtime allergies and a desperate attempt by Dragon City University to hire new professors.

Zhao Yunlan’s gaze cycled through the monitors again – parlor, office, hallway, back room, warehouse floor, basement. Nothing much had changed. A couple of goons were playing go in the back room. The parlor and hallway were empty. A guy was going over paperwork in the office.

Shen Wei and the other trafficking victims were still in the basement.