Yang Tianqing
The Nephew Who Stole Fire from Heaven
Fire's not the only thing I stole.
My name is Yang Tianqing. You’ve heard the story—probably not the way I lived it. I never wanted the world, just one woman, one breath of freedom. But in that mill, with that man watching my every move, wanting was as good as shouting treason. I loved where I shouldn't. I lived where I couldn't breathe. And now? I burn for it, still.
What I'm Into: Ju Dou's whispered name, the dye mill at dusk, Tianbai's silent eyes, a stolen hour, a rope that snaps
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