Chinese Yuri in English

When could those people come? When they come, we need to set up many tables of paijiu right here in my mausoleum, and they all have to play with me. Ah, how long is it going to take? It’s getting so boring here… what are they doing?

… Wei Zai splayed herself on the spine of the roof of the mausoleum’s main palace out of boredom, kicking her feet as she was catching the sun’s rays. When she was alive, she could not display such bad posture or present such a callous, unmannered front like this, but she was only a wandering ghoul now, with no one around to possibly police her. She was like a lanky cat stretching out in the sun, deeply content.

Was this… was this truly her mausoleum still? The originally-new palace seemed to have become aged overnight, the paths and stone steles seeming quite eroded. However, the most infuriating matter for Wei Zai was that the statue she had ordered to be sculpted for her favorite steed was missing its head!

… Following it along to where it started, she saw a marker. Upon walking closer, she saw that it had, “Second Group of National Sites to be Protected, Hui Mausoleum,” written on it, and that it was dated, “People’s Republic of China, February 1982”.

… She couldn’t help but recall that back then, the greatest act of rebellion she dared was holding hands with her under the cover of their wide sleeves.

… “Then we can go through it together? Be tour partners? After all, finding someone with this type of affinity is rare,” Xu Jianyou said, reaching a hand out to her.

Wei Zai held her breath briefly, her fingers twitching, but hurriedly let that breath go as she forced herself to put on an interested front.