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“So, you see, translators do not so much deliver a message as the rewrite the original. And herein lies the difficulty - rewriting is still writing, and writing always reflects the authors ideology and biases.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Speaking of which, I also met a teenager that could command silver butterflies around on Mount Yu Jun. Does anyone know who that was?”

The lively, bustling chaotic spirit communication array suddenly fell silent the moment those words were out.

This kind of reaction, Xie Lian had seen it coming and so he just waited patiently. After a while, Ling Wen finally asked, “Your Highness Crown Prince, what did you just say?”

Mu Qing coldly answered for him, “He just said, he met Hua Cheng.”

Finally obtaining the name of that red-clothed young man, Xie Lian was ineffably in a good mood. He smiled and said, “So his name is Hua Cheng? Hm, this name suits him quite well.”
― Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù, Heaven Official's Blessing

“Tell me…” His voice trails off, and he gulps. I peer down at him, and his cheeks are all manners of flushed. “Tell you what?” He swallows visibly again, whispering, “Tell me you think I’m beautiful”
― Nyla K., For the Fans

“I just want him, broken or not. I want all his uneven pieces.”
― Nyla K., For the Fans