Reader’s note: This is a new book, and it’s my first time writing this kind of story. There are a lot of author-created details, so don’t expect everything to make sense.
A bold, straight-shooting poppy flower vs. a hypocritical, sweet-on-the-outside schemer
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“Chu Chunchun, you still have me.”
The Pavilion Master dumped a baby in Chu Yan’s arms. Six-year-old Chu Yan looked at the Pavilion Master, who was healthy and full of life, then at the baby sucking its fingers in its sleep. “Am I supposed to raise it?”
Later, Chu Yan named the baby Chu Chunzhi, and the two of them went further and further down the path of causing trouble.
After they were apart for several years, Chu Chunzhi grabbed Chu Yan’s sleeve when they met again and said, “I’ll take care of you.”
Someone says Chu Chunzhi has no father or mother: kill them.
Someone interrupts Chu Chunzhi’s meal: kill them.
Someone mouths off in front of Chu Chunzhi: kill them.
The Pavilion Master: “I don’t remember arranging a script like this!”
[The heroine is the powerhouse, the hero is the brains. They’re both strong and neither gets pushed around!]
I want to write the first book review for my own book. No matter what the result is, I will complete this book. Zhizhi and Yanyan will have a complete life in parallel time and space.