This is the section my beloved Tearstones would love to call their second home—after the main story, of course.
Here, every voice finds a place. Every letter, every song, every tear, every laugh.
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What You Can Contribute
Type Who It's For:
✅ Author written From me to them
✅ Fan written From you to them
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What You'll Find Here
💜 Letters / Notes / Songs / Poems — for ChóngXiǎo (Chóng Fēi × Lìngxiāo)
💜 Letters / Notes / Songs / Poems — for High-Ranked Curses (Dark Voice, Mō Qīn)
💜 Your Own Fanfiction! — Yes, I'm telling you to write it! It would be so exciting to see. Just let your audience know our babies live here under my name. You can upload your story here, or drop your account name, story title, and the bond you chose from this world—so everyone can find you. Even me! 💗
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What You Can Share on Social Media
(These can't be uploaded directly into the book, but they can live on our platforms!)
💜 Your Own Fan Art — Post it anywhere (YouTube, Instagram, wherever you like). Use hashtags like #YYX #Tearstones #Danmei #Shades and let me know so I can see too 😉❤
💜 Songs (with voice) — If your song has vocals, post it somewhere and share the link here—just like with art.
💜 Chat Bots — You know how it works. Just learn the characters and make bots to enjoy! I can't upload on Character AI myself, so maybe I can have some fun too if you make one 😅
💜 Cosplay! — Seriously, if you dress as Chóng Fēi, Lìngxiāo, Dark Voice, or anyone from this world, send me a photo or video. I will post it here (with your permission). I will cry and laugh all at once. I have never seen my characters walk in the real world. You could be the first. That would be a gift I cannot repay.
A BIG invitation to everyone—especially if any excellent cosplayer is also reading this! 🖤
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How to Send Me Your Words:
Step What to Do:
1. Write your letter, poem, theory, or anything else
2. Comment on this page with: "I have something to tell [character name(s)]"
3.Knock on my Instagram (so things don't get doubled and I can copy easily)
4. I will write it down here with your name, date, and the character(s) you're writing for
You do not need to write something long or overly beautiful. A single sentence is enough.
"I love Chóng Fēi's stubborn arrogance."
"I wish Lìngxiāo was my older brother—or husband!"
That is still a letter. That belongs here.
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Until then, keep hyping our baby birdies! This can make their dream come true 💜😊🌜
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Date: 10th August, 2026
By: YYX
To: Lìngxiāo and Chóng Fēi
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Dear Lìngxiāo and Chóng Fēi,
This is the first letter I'm writing for you two. I never really realized you would become another dearest part of my world—until the day I started working on you again after a long pause.
I never knew you two would turn out to be so.. beautifully written. At least not by me.
I know I'm not good enough.
But within these thirty days of fixing you two, I have grown so much in my writing journey—bit by bit. Building you from zero again was harsh, especially when eight chapters were already out. I broke them into satisfying parts so you two could shine better in this format.
You are the first novel I have prepared deeply, confidently—before I knocked on the door of a contract. I don't know if I will be accepted or rejected like before. But all I do is.. love you all.
I won't drop you.
I just can't drop you like other books. Because you're nothing like them. You're my Tearstones. My tears. My smile—which isn't permanent like yours, but I still wear it like I have no pain.
You are that son I see myself in—searching for a father's love. The difference is, you two are far away from him in real, and I am far even though I'm close to him.
This other half of my whole Tearstone world is something I deeply adore—even if everyone says I waste time.
I'm sorry if I have kept anything lacking in you. You don't know how much I love you all. I wished you were real for once, just to hold me and say: "All you have to do is trust me."
Because I do—even if those words were never meant for me.
Today was a really bad day of my life. I couldn't write you forward. Couldn't sleep—only sobbed with those words. What else could I do?
The whole day has been heavy. Really heavy.
I just kept telling myself: It would be fine.
It would be fine.
Because I believe in my love for you. My passion for the world I have built around you two. Today, as always, you kept me sane—happy even, just a little—by catching tiny Tearstones from the sea of stars. Ones captured by the rims of your eyes, and bandaged by the snake webs of your fingers.
Today I thought I got an opportunity to bring you to life. I had no money. I was already sad. I thought it was good news on a lonely night.
But the person said they would draw you—on one condition: my dignity.
I know Chóng Fēi can connect to this pain. Because you also respect the author of "For The Four Arms, One Soul"—you would have killed him if a guy like that had asked something like that from 'her' too.
Lìngxiāo can understand too. You always do.
But you can see—Chóng Fēi's reaction is all different just by the news. The waterfall of curses might blow away the pages if he starts yelling. Cool him down a little. I know he already can't see those type of things since.. his father is already at that category somehow..
(Chóng Fēi: #censored #censored #censored #censored—!)
(Lìngxiāo: !!!!!!!)
Well.. you don't have to worry.
Because I have just dodged the poisonous blade. I saved you for a better place—where you belong. Not just any typical guy's 'skill,' but passion—like those novels we admire.
You will stand among the other stars.. Today or tomorrow.
I'm not going to give up on you all. Not you. Not the Wèi Yīlíng you all orbit around. Your journey is long, and I'm excited to write all of it—even through the chaos I get into.
But just kill me in real once by those needles. I fucking don't like this life.
(Chóng Fēi: ?!..)
Ah.. joking again. Who would write you if I'm gone? My children? Hah, they probably can't carry this legacy because.. it's a cut-sleeve story. I rather finish your journey by myself.
No more today, my cuties. Take care♡.
Lìngxiāo, let him be your blanket for now—as he craves. He would be fine, you know.
Your thousand shades of Tearstone author,
YYX
[The Shrine is new. It would grow overtime. Let's grow together!]