
A Love Trial of Our Own Making
虚构情劫
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 90k Words
- Genre
- Ancient Romance
- Subgenre
- Palace & Household Intrigue
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- Fanqie
Synopsis
35Chapters
1Reads
100Reads · all time
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Only New Books: Works by Newbie Authors
Writing as a newcomer isn't easy. Please recommend other newcomers to me. I'll read their stories carefully and leave comments. I respect every newcomer who puts in the effort, because I'm a newcomer too. Let's help each other out!
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Short but Good Novels
Please help me find a book! Aaaah! Not too many chapters, around a hundred would be great. Something sweet, or even just peaceful and low-key. It should be good and engaging. I can't handle angsty stories; I'm getting old and can't take the stress, hahaha.
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The sea fish died in that snow after all. If we are exposed to the snow together now, we will live together in this life 😢 😢 😢 I really cried to death. Cheng Yi died in the fire, and A Fei also left with the name of a traitor... After falling into the water, everything was so sudden, and the story line was incomplete. This was also because Yu Lan came from time travel. She knew nothing about her story in the book. To her, all the things happening before her were just a few strokes of the original book. Maybe this was fate. The daughter Lang, who was once on horseback, eventually died in the northwest with her mother, in the land that trapped Chu Mingxin for eleven years, and slept in that heavy snow with tens of millions of soldiers of the Northern Liang Guards... It was good that there was no news from Father Yu's sea fish. After all, no news is good news, and Father Yu also has hope. Heaven and earth are merciless, fame has destiny. To me, Chu Mingxin's ending is relatively open. There are many possibilities for his ending. Just 90,000 words can't explain anything. Everything is possible. Heaven and earth are sentimental, and they will eventually mourn with plain snow and cover up the embers of the beacon smoke. Heaven and earth are merciless, and now I wear plain snow as my clothes to tell the story of the end of love and calamity.
No, no, no, no, 😢 😢 😢 😢 Author, you have saved enough of my tears 😢 😢 😢 😢