On graduation day, Fang Beiyun finds a brand-new blue-and-white umbrella in her locker. Inscribed on the handle:
“To Fang Beiyun, who doesn’t like lemon candy:
This time I bought strawberry flavor.
The 129th Lu Nanheng”
(The third rib of the umbrella glints silver. It will never rust again.)
Lu Nanheng’s Observation Diary
“The emperor kept an empty seat for the immortal master throughout his life. Whenever he had to make an important decision, the sound of jade pendants could be heard coming from the empty hall, and all the ministers would fall silent in reverence.”
Records of Emperor Taizu, New Dynasty
“I searched through a hundred thousand books of fate and couldn’t find a single page recording our destined love.”
Jiang Ning is the strangest umbrella maker in Qingwu Town.
She has an uncanny intuition by nature, and always somehow avoids death when her life hangs by a thread.
Until one rainy night, she rescues an injured crane, and a bloodstained glass bead appears on her windowsill.
Reflected in the bead is a scene from three hundred years ago, on a snowy peak of Kunlun: a young divine lord crushing his life-star.
“You matter more than the stars.”
“From now on, my life is yours.”
The Heavenly Book
The story never ends. It simply changes hands.
The Male Lead I Wrote Tore Up His Character Card and Came to Kill Me
The little novice monks who peeked in learned a timeless lesson: never go near that bodhi tree at the hour of the monkey. It’ll blind you.
Have I Returned to Secular Life Today?
