AshPurgatory2025
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The door of the small house was ajar, and the breeze gently carried the faint fragrance from the courtyard inside, landing on the head of the bed, making the silence almost unnatural. Chen Mo slept in a daze. This was the first time since returning home that he had slept so peacefully. There was no forcing himself, no hiding, no enduring the heart-wrenching pain until he trembled in the middle of the night. He just lay quietly, being watched over, being cherished, being carefully held in someone's…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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His mother used almost all of her strength to half-support and half-carry Chen Mo, who had gone limp, onto the bed in the small room. She moved as lightly as possible, afraid that any slight pressure would shatter his already overburdened body. Her fingertips continuously stroked his cold, sweat-soaked forehead, and tears splashed onto the bedsheet one after another, blooming into patches of deep and light dampness. "It doesn't hurt anymore, Mom is here, Mom is right here..." She repeated…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The sun climbed to its zenith, and the mountain breeze gradually warmed. The leaves of the orange tree in the courtyard hung quietly, and even the cicadas' chirping seemed exceptionally quiet. Chen Mo still sat on the small stool, from dawn to noon, like a shadow nailed to the spot. His strength had long been drained. At first, he felt weak just sitting; later, his waist and back began to ache and stiffen. Eventually, even sitting steadily became a torment. The pain in his chest grew layer by…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The sunlight slowly climbed higher in the courtyard, shrinking the shadow of the orange tree into a shallow circle. Chen Mo still sat on that small wooden stool, his back held perfectly straight, like a slender blade of grass about to be broken by the wind; clearly fragile, yet stubbornly refusing to bend. The strength within his body was dissipating at a visible rate. Even sitting still, he could feel his limbs growing heavy and stiff, inch by inch. The dull ache in his chest was like…
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The daylight finally tore through the lingering night, spreading a soft brightness into the small courtyard. The mist hadn't dispersed yet, clinging in a thin layer to the tips of the orange tree branches. When the wind blew, it slowly drifted away, carrying the coolness unique to the early morning. The sound of chopping firewood in the kitchen stopped. Mother gently lifted the pot lid. A burst of white steam rushed out immediately, blurring her slightly graying temples. The rich, mild aroma of…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The fading night hung over the mountain village like a cold, wet rag, heavy and oppressive. Inside the small house, no lights were on; only the faint dawn light filtering through the window barely outlined the blurry shape of the bed. Chen Mo was awake, had been awake for hours, staring into the darkness since the deepest part of the night. The intense pain surged again in the latter half of the night, more fierce, more lingering, and more unwilling to dissipate than before. He wrapped…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The incandescent lamp in the room cast a soft, warm glow, bathing the living room in tranquility. The food on the square wooden table, reheated repeatedly by his mother, still steamed gently, filling the air with a comforting aroma that could instantly put anyone at ease—the scent of home. Chen Mo was half-supported by his mother as he sat down, her movements gentle and careful. Only then did he cautiously let his limbs relax, the ache in his bones spreading as he sat on the stool. Yet, he kept…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The setting sun sank into the mountain hollow, dyeing the horizon a soft, warm orange. The afterglow spilled over the village rooftops, the ridges of the fields, and the treetops, wrapping the whole world in a cozy, gentle light. The cooking smoke from the houses gradually thinned. Doors and windows were closed, and the faint clinking of bowls and chopsticks could be heard—the most peaceful, lively moment of the day. Chen Mo walked slowly back along the path from the village entrance, his steps…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The wind in the old alley blew quietly, and the coolness of the stone slabs seeped through his clothes bit by bit. Chen Mo leaned against the mottled old wall, motionless for a long time. The sudden bout of coughing had exhausted his last bit of strength, leaving his limbs with a weak, disjointed feeling. The pain in his chest surged like a tide, each breath bringing a fine, clear pain. He didn't dare linger here. Villagers came and went, and if anyone saw him in this weak state, the news…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The morning fog had completely dispersed, and sunlight bathed the mountain village in a clear, bright light. The leaves of the orange tree in the corner of the yard gleamed under the sun. When the wind blew, fragmented light and shadow swayed back and forth on the bluestone slabs. His mother, having finished cleaning the dishes, brought out a bowl of freshly washed wild berries. They were sweet, sour, and fragrant—the very things he loved to squat by the roadside and pick to eat as a child. "Try some.…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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