The Scheming White Moonlight Returns, and the Capital’s Crown Prince Can’t Stop Kissing Her

[Green-tea, teasing beauty and unrequited-love goddess x obsessive, devoted heir + one-on-one, both virgins + seduction]

The grand stage play had yet to end when its leading actress, Li Ruo, suddenly blacked out and collapsed onstage.

When she woke up, she had awakened to the world’s consciousness and discovered that everyone was a character, major or minor, in this novel that started tragic and ended sweet.

She was the green-tea supporting actress, the unrequited-love goddess whom the male lead, Qiu Li, had secretly loved for years. The night before Qiu Li planned to confess, she had left for Country A to pursue her dream of acting.

Unfortunately, with her East Asian features, no matter how stunning she was, she could never make it onto the screens in Country A. She could only spend years rushing from one stage play to another, barely making ends meet.

So, in her third year abroad, she returned home. To her surprise, the capital’s social scene had changed beyond recognition. The biggest gossip was that Qiu Li, the heir apparent, had a sweet, delicate girl named Su Anlu by his side, whose face bore a striking resemblance to Li Ruo’s.

At first, Qiu Li didn’t like Su Anlu and even resented her a little. But after going through a series of hardships, including falling into the sea, amnesia, and a miscarriage, he still ended up with his destined heroine, Su Anlu.

As for Li Ruo, after trying to frame Su Anlu yet again, she was sent to a psychiatric hospital and imprisoned for life.

Lying dazed in her hospital bed, Li Ruo found that inconspicuous figure deep in her memories. She had plenty of admirers, and back in high school she and Qiu Li had barely known each other. If he hadn’t been exceptionally handsome, she probably wouldn’t even have remembered him.

“You should’ve told me you were the heir of the capital’s most powerful family. Then I wouldn’t have gone abroad.” As she spoke, she booked a flight home for the day after tomorrow.

From the age of sixteen to twenty-five, Qiu Li finally held his little rose in his arms. He couldn’t bear to stop at a taste, and night after night, he left her utterly spent.