[Eastern fantasy + no female lead + constellations + no goody-two-shoes protagonist + plot twists]
Countless famous doctors told me my illness was incurable, and that I would spend my whole life as an emotionless wooden puppet.
But no one knew I had forced myself to develop this illness. The moment I opened my eyes, I could see blood-red words urging me to kill, and whenever I gave in to my emotions, my body would be controlled and made to die...
I thought I would live out my life like that, but my grandmother’s death brought countless mysteries to light.
I don’t want to live bound by others anymore. I want freedom. I want to control my own life.
But on the very first day I was free, they said the blood-red words on my body belonged to none of the Nine Stars or Twenty-Eight Mansions, and that I had to be killed.
Me, helplessly: “Then I’m a branch of the Left Assistant Star!”
They pointed at another person and asked why he was also a branch of the Left Assistant Star.
Me, smiling faintly: “Oh, he showed up too late!” With a slash of my blade, “Now there’s only me!”
It's okay. It's about the Big Dipper and the Twenty-Eight Constellations. It's relatively novel, but it's too short and needs to be fattened up.
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Alas, still not tied. This book is not the type I like to read, but I promised to give it five stars. [Blowing a kiss] Come on, author, I'm sure someone will like this book.