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A Promise For Liu Fen (Chinese Gl, Yuri, lesbian, Lgbt, girlxgirl):
Ying Lan is a girl in boy’s clothing; a thief and a survivor, a nobody and a mystery. In the teeming streets of Jiao, she survives by her quick wits and nimble fingers. She has no home, no kin, no past, no memories. Only a fog that clouds her mind and a hunger that drives her on. 
Liu Ping is the daughter of a general, a scion of war and glory. She has everything a girl could want, except the one thing she desires most: her friend, her confidant, her soulmate. She lost her to the flames of rebellion, and with her, a part of her soul. She lingers on, but she does not live. She is a prisoner of her own grief.
Fate brings them together, in a twist of chance and destiny. They face the secrets of the past and fight those who wish to keep them hidden. They find in each other a spark of warmth, a flame of passion. They fight for their lives, their love, their future.

A Promise For Liu Fen (Chinese Gl, Yuri, lesbian, Lgbt, girlxgirl)

From their hidden vantage point, the scholar and his brothers spied on the lad by the riverbank. He drank from his leather flask now and then, but most often he poured some of its contents into the water, as if making an offering or performing a ritual.

The scholar studied the lad with curiosity: he was young, barely out of boyhood; he was slender and had a fair complexion; he was not like other men.

All of a sudden, the lad jerked his head towards the road and his eyes grew wide. The scholar followed his gaze and saw what had startled him: a cloud of dust rising from the road, accompanied by a loud rumble of hoofs and wheels; then carriages emerging, drawn by dark horses and guarded by armed men.

The scholar felt a surge of adrenaline, anger welled up in his chest. He looked at his brothers and saw the same fire in their eyes. They had waited too long for this chance. They had endured too much for this cause. They had nothing left but their lives, and they were ready to give them for revenge.

The scholar glanced back at the lad. He was an innocent bystander; the scholar did not wish him to be hurt in this fight, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the lad hurrying to his horse. The young lad seemed eager to get way, if only he could do so before it all begun.

A Gathering Storm.