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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)

Pain was the sea Ying Lan swam in, a swelling surge of agony that swept her up and tossed her down, a dull and drumming ache that crawled along her limbs, pinching and biting at her nerves until it reached her heart. From there it climbed into her head, throbbing in tune with the feeble beat of her heart.

She was bound, she realized. Something, like a wooden post, pressed against her back. Her arms — outstretched like the wings of a bird bound for flight — were shackled to the same hard surface with bindings that dug into her already throbbing skin.

She tried to raise her head, to resist the weight that kept it bent, but it was a hopeless effort. The weight was a mountain, immovable and relentless. Her eyes, when she tried to open them, were met with a searing pain that shot through her skull like a bolt of lightning. Her voice, when she tried to speak, was a dry rasp that struggled to escape her throat.

Voices, distant and unclear, danced at the edges of her awareness. Their words were elusive, whirling through the fog of her disoriented mind and reaching her as only mere murmurs.

A Sea Of Pain.