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    InterstellarSnake

    I am a translator from China, and I’m delighted that you’re reading my translated work. If there’s a particular novel you love and would like to see translated, feel free to let me know. If you enjoy my translations, your support would mean a lot to me. Wishing you peace, happiness, and may all your wishes come true.
    Stories 5
    Chapters 330
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    Comments 20
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    • MW CH54

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 54: What’s Wrong with Loving Beauty? Xiong Mingjie had asked me to prepare a few-hundred-word speech. I’d figured it’d just be a formality—collect the award, say some offhand words to the media and leaders below. Turns out, I was dead wrong. A grand stage, a podium, and a dense crowd sat below—city leaders to state officials taking turns speaking, discussing two years of economic progress and Cuoyansong’s future. By the time it was my turn, I’d secretly reworked my speech on…
    • MW CH53

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 53: Can You Be Good for Me? He Nanyuan, like Mochuan said, really hates Haicheng playboys. I’m not one, but from first glance, he slotted me in—now, no matter what I do, he sees fake nice-guy vibes. He’s started blocking me and Mochuan alone time. Day visits to the temple? If he’s there, he lingers in the hall with excuses. Busy? He sends Li Yang as a third wheel. With someone else around, talking’s awkward—plus daytime believers popping in. After a week, I switched to…
    • MW CH52

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 52: Because… It’s You That I Like It hurt at first—like the snap of a bowstring on my arm when shooting. That initial sting twists your face, but it fades fast, leaving just a hot tingle, no more pain. The red spinel pendant slid to my shoulder, swinging wild with Mochuan’s moves. August in Pengge—never too hot, even summer—but I was drenched in fine sweat, head to toe, coating every inch. For a rookie, Mochuan’s a damn natural. While others fumble with stance, string,…
    • MW CH50

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 50: Yours, All Yours Wanting to be a jewelry designer started with my grandma. She had this jewelry box—stuffed with treasures she adored. Emerald earrings, ruby brooch, sapphire ring… Said Grandpa got them all for her. Loved her, so he spared no effort buying stuff to make her smile. “Men who like someone buy them jewelry.” Old lady sat at her vanity, elegant in an embroidered qipao, slipping on a rich purple jade necklace while chatting me up. “Your dad? Never even got your mom…
    • MW CH51

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 51: I Want What No One Else Has Warm, fragrant air, dim, teasing light, and the person I love—perfect setup for something to happen. But as I slid my tongue into Mochuan’s lips, lost in the heat, he snapped awake like a spell broke. Pulled back, hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Not here.” He glanced up at the deer-headed golden statue looming over the hall. I followed his gaze, squinted—couldn’t care less about this Cenglu mountain god. “Woodshed then?” I grabbed his…
    • MW CH49

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 49: Thinking of You Every Day Early June, coastal temps hit 30°C—but Jizhu Temple, nestled in the bamboo sea, stayed cool. Good thing, too—Aunt Wan’s haul of offerings, big bags and small, would’ve drenched us in sweat hauling them up otherwise. “Back in the day, your mom and I were in the same hospital ward waiting to pop. I knew Bai Qifeng was trash right off. Old Yan camped by my side after work—slept at the hospital those last days. Bai Qifeng? Ghost. Your grandparents…
    • MW CH0

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      by InterstellarSnake Glossary: Jizhu Temple (击竹寺): A Buddhist temple in Zhu County named after Xiangyan striking bamboo to attain enlightenment, where Jiang Xuehan is presumably memorialized. Xuantan (悬檀): The monastic title of Jiang Xuehan after becoming a nun. Jiang Xuehan (江雪寒): The narrator’s mother, who became a nun at age eight. Yan Chuwen (严初文): A friend of the narrator, son of a folklore professor. Canglan Snow Mountain (沧澜雪山): A sacred mountain in the story’s…
    • MW CH48

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 48: There’s Still Time to Regret He’s got the wrong idea. I replayed our chat in my head—yep, some wires crossed. Wanted to clear it up, but facing Mochuan’s pissed-off glare, a devilish itch took over. “If that’s the case, what’re you gonna do about it?” I glanced at our linked hands. “Up late just to hold my hand?” He’s too good at bottling it up—gotta push him to spill something. “…What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?” He echoed, each word heavy,…
    • MW CH47

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 47: Not Coming Over Tonight? Mochuan and I walked one after the other to the car. I opened the back door, turned to take his bag. He shot me a look, swerved, and slid into the front passenger seat. I pulled my hand back, rubbed my neck, chuckling awkwardly as I climbed in the back. Yesterday was pure bliss—until this morning, when the stains on our pants hit like a brick. Dry now, but anyone with half a brain could guess what those white marks were. No clue what Mochuan told…
    • MW CH46

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      by InterstellarSnake Chapter 46: Buddha and Demon Are One, Shaped Only by the Mind Solan has two sons, both twenty-four or twenty-five, raised tight with Kun Hongtu—thick as thieves. But that bond cracked when we teamed up for Fight the Landlord. Facing a pair of 4s, Big Cousin passed. Kun Hongtu shot his teammate a baffled glare, yanked a pair of 8s from his hand in a rush. Second Cousin frowned, swapped cards back and forth, finally played a cautious pair of 10s. I sat by Mochuan, quiet, letting him play his…
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