14 Results in the "Mute Words" category
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MW CH12
Chapter 12: No Thank You? Following the boy’s directions, I reached a shabby little courtyard. Beyond a flimsy excuse for a fence gate sat two squat mud houses—one big, one small. Bright outside, but inside, dark and cold. “Sister Baizhen?” I called from the doorway into the dim interior. The reply came from the smaller house behind me. Smoke curled from its chimney—probably the kitchen. As I headed there, someone stepped out. She looked barely twenty, strikingly beautiful—deep…-
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MW CH11
Chapter 11: Scum Deserve Everyone’s Wrath The clothes Mochuan brought me were casual, carrying a strong, fragrant wood scent—like they’d just been pulled from a camphor chest. He’s taller than me, so the pant legs were long—I folded them up a bit. The sweater, too, hung loose, collar gaping, but a jacket hid it well. Beyond clothes, he handed me a towel and socks—both unopened, brand new. Short of underwear, he’d covered everything—thoughtful as hell. Dressed, I stuffed my…-
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Chapter 10: Feather of God The dock was small, hosting just one weathered wooden boat. A group huddled by it, murmuring—then Mochuan glanced up, spotted me, froze briefly, and strode over. “What are you doing here?” His brow furrowed, voice edged with irritation, like my presence repulsed him. “Just wandering,” I said, peering past him. He stepped to block me, spitting two curt words: “Go back.” I nearly laughed from sheer exasperation. “Can you tell a person from a dog?…-
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MW CH9
Chapter 9: This Isn’t Your Playground The Winter Abundance Festival’s buzz stretched into the night. Normally, once the sun dipped and eight p.m. hit, Pengge fell silent—streets empty, not a soul around. Tonight, though, the village’s biggest square thrummed with song and dance, clinking cups, and chatter. Low tables ringed a bonfire, laden with warming liquor, dried fruit, and sunflower seeds. Cenglu folks clustered in threes and fives—some talking, some drinking. “Here’s to Bai…-
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MW CH8
Chapter 8: A Calm Heart Steadies the Hand With plenty of people still waiting behind me, I didn’t linger long and moved forward. Entry and exit were separate—front gate in, back door out. Beyond the exit stretched a winding path downhill, shaded by sprawling tree canopies. Morning frost clung to the branches in the winter chill, glinting like crystal under the sunlight, turning the trail into a shimmering ribbon. Sipping porridge, I strolled down slowly. Every few meters, a big trash bag sat…-
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MW CH7
Chapter 7: Don’t Eat Here “Are you swapping all of these?” I scanned the courtyard, roughly counting—at least two dozen flowerpots stacked around. “I can’t swap that many alone. I’ll do half today, the rest tomorrow,” Mochuan said. His Yan Guan robes were striking but impractical for labor. He set the plastic pots aside, deftly slipped off both sleeves, and tied them at his waist, revealing a narrow-sleeved white shirt beneath. A natural clothes hanger—broad shoulders, cinched…-
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MW CH6
Chapter 6: How Does He Know I’m Frivolous? If I’m frivolous, then there’s not a single decent person in this world. I turned, ready to confront Mochuan, when a pained whimper drifted in from outside. Moments later, a dark-skinned old woman, frail and supported by a young man and woman, shuffled into the hall. Mochuan shot to his feet, rounding the low table to meet them. “Pinjia! Pinjia!!” The old woman’s steps had been unsteady, but seeing Mochuan, she found some hidden strength.…-
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MW CH5
Chapter 5: No One Is Worthy After dealing with the dog poop—scrubbing my hands front and back with soap, even digging into the nail crevices until my skin wrinkled and the tiny cuts on my palm turned pale—I shook them dry and trudged back to the front courtyard. Erqian was neatly tied to a pillar by the main hall, but Mochuan and the shattered flowerpot were nowhere in sight. Breaking something and just walking off didn’t sit right with me… I hesitated for a moment, then stepped into…-
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MW CH4
Chapter 4: Civilized Dog Ownership—You, Me, and Everyone “Get up, Bai Yin! The sun’s already baking your butt!” I pried my eyes open from a groggy sleep, greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. The curtains at the research institute were thin, barely blocking the light. Sunlight streamed in, stabbing my eyes with a dull ache. “It’s nine already—how long are you planning to sleep? The breakfast I saved for you’s gone cold!” Yan Chuwen’s voice rang out relentlessly from outside, louder…-
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MW CH3
Chapter 3: A Label Called "Other" The realization that I only liked men came to me in high school, and the process was as simple as it was blunt—I found myself more drawn to the soccer boys sprinting across the field than to the girls in short skirts doing calisthenics. In that moment, I knew I was gay. Accepting my own difference was easy. The hard part was getting others to accept it too. In my sophomore year, a girl confessed to me. I’d always turned them down outright before, but that…-
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