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Dangerous Bridge Locked in Fog
In order to save her seriously ill brother, the female protagonist Su Nian was forced to become the "contract lover" of the male protagonist Lu Chengyuan. Lu Chengyuan believed that Su Nian was the murderer of his Bai Yueguang, and imprisoned her with indifference and control. However, in their daily interactions, he developed unconscious feelings for the stubbornness and vulnerability in her eyes. In order to save his seriously ill brother, the protagonist Su Nian was forced to become the "cont
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To Your Name
A yellowed note, a promise forgotten by time. When Natsume Takashi found the words "On a night when the moon turns red, under the stone statue of Mikage Mori, return it to him" among Reiko's relics, a dusty past quietly awakened. This is not a name on a friend's account, but a deeper agreement. Faced with this mystery that even the cat teacher keeps secret, Natsume is about to embark on a journey through the fog to complete the farewell that her grandmother never arrived. What exactly is he goin
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Covenant of Protection
In 247 BC, winter nights in Handan came earlier than in previous years. Lead-gray clouds hang low over the city, condensing the moisture from Zhangshui into the cracks of the bricks, freezing them into thin ice ridges. Zhao Ji was wrapped in a plain dress that had been washed white, and her fingertips were purple from the cold. She still clutched the brocade box in her arms tightly and hurriedly walked through the deserted streets. . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any sim
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Meeting for a Thousand Years: Abe Seimei's Chapter
In the late autumn of the second year of Kanwa, the morning fog in Xintai Forest was as thick as milk that cannot be melted. Abe Seimei walked forward on the frost-covered leaves, her black hair tied up with a plain hairband, and the hem of her green hunting coat swept through the thick kudzu vines, leaving a faint sound. He stopped in front of a thousand-year-old nan tree and stroked the rough bark with his fingertips - this is the place where his mother Kuzu Ye left. The tree trunk still bears
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