Super Angsty Stories That Will Have Me Sobbing My Heart Out 超级虐的文，要让我哭的稀里哗啦的那种

1. 151 小 Even a Lowly Son-in-Law Can Throw His Weight Around 小小赘婿也猖狂 A Heart Dancing in the Wind随风飘舞的心Historical310k WordsCompleted Ye Fan transmigrates. Other people transmigrate with a System or end up in an imperial household as a prince or heir. But poor Ye Fan transmigrates into a farming family and becomes a live-in son-in-law. His wife, Liu Ruyan, has someone else in her heart and has no affection for Ye Fan at all. She is determined to get rid of him so she can be with the man she loves. Ye Fan refuses to believe that, as someone who transmigrated, he can’t carve out a place for himself in this era with the knowledge 341Reads—Score—14d adds
2. 152 雪 Xue Wutong 雪梧桐 Xun Bai荀柏710k WordsCompleted [Republican-era ensemble cast + love of country + two powerful leads + older man/younger woman + sweet romance + pursuit of love + powerful man bows his head + heartbreaking angst + bad ending] In the Republican era, Nanjing was home to two renowned romantics. I do not believe in Buddha, but I would kneel at every temple in Nanjing if only Heaven would give me back my wife. Zhou Qingshi, courtesy name Changyu, was the eldest son and eldest grandson of the Zhou family, and ninth in birth order. 400Reads8.6Score—14d adds

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   I heard they're going to make a short drama.

3. 153 尘 Dustlight Paints the Heart: Hao Gong and Wei Yi 尘光绘心颢宫微伊 Mr. Rabbit Min Yishihan兔子先生敏伊诗涵Modern Romance2.7M WordsOngoing Tong Yanyi’s life at eighteen was dragged into a mire by her mother’s illness and loan-shark debts. She dropped out of school and started working at the Haojue Hotel in Nancheng, learning to lay out towels and toothbrushes. On a guest-room cleanliness scorecard on the twelfth floor, she secretly drew seven Calabash Brothers rescuing their grandpa. She traded humble labor for a chance to survive, and used childlike doodles to fight back against fate’s cruelty. At twenty-eight, Yu Jinghao is the 132Reads—Score—14d adds

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   Forced imprisonment, a desperate pursuit of his wife, a madman driven to madness, obsessed with love. She suffers from amnesia, and he transforms into her favorite star, solely to find her one and only light. Two years of searching, building a hotel empire for her, buying her real estate and naming it Haogong Weiyi, all for her sake. His eyes mistake her for someone else, yet his heart still flutters for her after her transformation, a tumultuous and torturous love story. Discovering her painting, he disguises himself, never letting go again. The author says, "If true spiritual connection and mutual support exist in this world, I would abandon all worldly entanglements, fame and fortune, and simply be with my beloved. I would watch the sunrise in the morning, admire the sunset in the evening, see the snow falling in winter, and listen to the birdsong and insect chirps in summer, because with my loved one by my side, everything is a beautiful scene." The female lead says, "If one day I'm not by your side anymore, you must take good care of yourself. Only when you're well and capable can you find me, if you're still willing then." The male lead replies, "I can't live without you in this life. I will dedicate the rest of my life to finding you, searching every corner of the world, from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, and bringing you home!"

4. 154 请 Do Not Get Addicted 请勿上瘾 A Passing Guest in the Flow of Time往事流年稍作客Modern Romance208k WordsOngoing #Obsessive Crown Prince #Heroine with many secret identities #An intense game of push and pull #Powerful leads clash #An aloof beauty falls from her pedestal #A chaste man falls hard #Revenge and putting scumbags in their place #Prominent families #The queen returns Lu Yan, the Crown Prince of Beijing’s elite, was aloof and chaste, never letting anyone close. Until that night, when he pinned me against the back seat of a Maybach and tore open my shirt. His gaze locked on the tattoo beneath my c 6Reads—Score—14d adds

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   [Sending hearts][Sending hearts][Making a funny face]

5. 155 逆 Lovers in the Backlight 逆光爱人 Honey Baby哈尼宝宝Modern Romance87k WordsOngoing This is a story about prejudice and redemption. When the whole world sees you in one particular way, will there still be someone willing to believe in you? When fate tramples someone into the dirt, can they still bloom? A lover coming toward you against the light, ordinary and warm... 156Reads7.2Score—14d adds

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   The novel is good. [Flying kiss]

6. 156 恰 Just Like Your Sorrow 恰似你的忧伤 Fish Lantern Su鱼灯苏Modern Romance55k WordsCompleted Much Like Your Sorrow 14Reads—Score—14d adds

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   Each and every person I loved has become a grave. [Crying][crying][crying]

7. 157 蝶 Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: Sold into Prostitution by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 蝶影归尘：被婆母卖入风尘，前夫寻了我整整十年 Ni Ah Ni Ge Ni氼啊氼个氼55k WordsCompleted The Butterfly’s Shadow Returns to Dust: Sold into a Life of Vice by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 319Reads—Score—14d adds

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   This isn't a fast-paced, feel-good story, nor is it mass-produced saccharine romance. It's a work that requires you to calm your mind and be prepared to be hurt. It's about love, but even more so, it's about fate. Fifteen-year-old Lin Die'er marries Zhang Zhiming, whom she falls for at first sight—not a mutual love at first sight, but a love that he decided on for life the moment he saw her by the river. She doesn't love him, she even despises his appearance. Yet, his four years of patient, gentle waiting gradually draws her in. However, fate is unkind—her mother-in-law's scheming, her brother-in-law's covetousness, and the turbulent currents of the world push her from the inner chambers of her family home into a prison, from the prison into a brothel, and from the brothel into the clutches of spies. When she finally turns back, the man she loves most has become someone else's husband. It's about misplacement, but even more so, it's about regret. The most painful part of the whole book isn't the separation of life and death, but the words, "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else." Standing before him, she pushes away the lover she's been searching for for ten years, speaking in broken Japanese. It wasn't that the love had faded, it was that there was no going back. Yang Yanchen said, "There are too many heartless women in this world." But he didn't know who she was thinking of, who she was dreaming of, when she shielded someone from a bullet. Three silver butterfly hairpins, three lives. One remained in his dressing case, one was inserted in her hair, and one was pressed against another's chest. None of the three hairpins found happiness. But thankfully, on the other side of the Yellow Springs, they could finally properly explain the regrets of their lives. *Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust*—a tragic love story set in the Republican era, with a tragic ending and a sense of time difference. If you've read *Old Dreams 1913* or *Twelve Years, Old Friends' Play* and were heartbroken by them, this book might become your new source of unresolved sorrow.

8. 158 蝶 Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: My Husband's Enemy Seizes Me by Force 蝶影归尘：丈夫的的仇人对我强娶豪夺 Ni Ah Ni Ge Ni氼啊氼个氼15k WordsCompleted Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: My Husband's Enemy Forces Me into Marriage 24Reads—Score—14d adds

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   Title: *Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust* | I am Xiao Qihao, the only person I ever loved in my life, who hated me until his death. Everyone says I'm the most hateful person in this book. I admit it. In my life, I, Xiao Qihao, have done too many unforgivable things—ruining my elder brother's family business, taking his wife, and imprisoning her, pregnant, in a separate courtyard. I said I loved her, but my hands hurt her. I know you're all cursing me. But I still want to tell you my story. I hate Zhang Zhiming. From the time I was old enough to understand, I hated him. He was also a son of the Zhang family, but Zhang Zhiming was the eldest son, pampered by his mother, educated in Confucian classics, and running a respectable business. Wherever he went, he was respectfully addressed as "Young Master." And me? I was my father's illegitimate son, unworthy even of the surname "Zhang." I took my mother's surname, Xiao, and grew up living under someone else's roof, being pointed at and gossiped about. It's not that I lacked ability. I'm skilled in both literature and martial arts. In terms of cunning, tactics, and intellect, in what way am I inferior to Zhang Zhiming? Yet, just because I'm an illegitimate child, I'm forever inferior to him. He's kind to me—do you know how hateful that kindness can be? Giving me his business is charity. His politeness is pity. I'd rather he hate me than have him act like a superior brother, treating me with such condescension. I thought the person I hated most in my life was Zhang Zhiming. Until I met her. The first time I saw Lin Die'er, I went mad. She was my elder brother's wife. A daughter of a prestigious family, with exquisite features and an air of pride. The first time I saw her at the Zhang residence, she was sitting by the pond, lost in thought. She didn't know how beautiful she was—her eyes held a pampered innocence, yet also a stubborn refusal to bow her head after being hurt. At that moment, I knew I wanted her. Not just wanted, but a necessity. The kind of necessity where if I couldn't have her, my life would be meaningless. I began to secretly spy on everything about her. I knew everything: when she went to the cosmetics shop, when she returned, when she sat alone by the pond lost in thought. Like a mouse lurking in the shadows, I greedily collected every frame of her image. The more I looked, the more jealous I became. What did Zhang Zhiming have? What right did he have to possess her? Wasn't he just lucky? He could possess her openly, stand by her side, comfort her when she was angry, and hold her in his arms when she cried. And me? I had to avoid even glancing at her from afar. And I could clearly see that she didn't love him. She was cold and sarcastic towards him, constantly arguing with him, even pressuring him to take a concubine. If she truly loved him, how could she push him into the arms of another woman? So I thought, since she didn't love him, why couldn't I take her place beside her? Once this thought took root, it could never be uprooted. I vowed that I would snatch her away from Zhang Zhiming. No matter the means, no matter how long it took. When that time came, I would treat her with the utmost kindness and care, letting her know what true cherishing was. She would definitely fall in love with me. I used the most despicable means to get her, but I could never win her heart. I bribed Zhang Zhiming's business partner and ruined his business. The Zhang family fell, and Zhang's mother was desperate. I bought her with just a sum of money. I imprisoned her in the villa. I told myself it didn't matter, as long as she was by my side, it was enough, anyway, she didn't love Zhang Zhiming. But I was wrong. The night I forced myself on her, she gritted her teeth and didn't cry. She lay on the bed with her eyes open, staring intently at the ceiling, not shedding a single tear. I suddenly panicked—I would rather she cried, I would rather she made a scene, I would rather she lashed out at me like she did with Zhang Zhiming. But she didn't. She just looked at me with that empty, lifeless gaze. That was the first time I felt fear. Later, she became pregnant. I thought the child was mine, I thought that with the child, she would accept her fate and slowly accept me. I did everything I could to be good to her, making the villa exquisite and warm, collecting her favorite snacks and jewelry, and staying by her side every day. I even started thinking that after the baby was born, I would beg her forgiveness, and the three of us could live a good life together. She did stop resisting. She became docile, letting me hold her and kiss her. Sometimes I even felt she was falling in love with me. But what I didn't know was that the reason she stopped resisting was simply to protect the child in her womb. The child she was willing to protect with her life. In the middle of the night, she called another man's name in my arms, "Zhiming..." The two words were very soft, as soft as a dream. But I heard it. She was in my arms, sleeping in my bed, carrying my child—but she was dreaming of another man. Not hatred, not resentment, but a dependence etched into her bones, a dependence she herself refused to acknowledge. I froze, as if stabbed. So she had never forgotten him. So all my kindness had only earned me a sigh in her dream. That man didn't even need to be present to make me utterly defeated. I stared at her sleeping face, and suddenly all my obsession and possessiveness seemed like a joke. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, "It's alright. It doesn't matter who you call out in your dreams. In this life, you can only lie beside me." But only I knew that my heart was bleeding. Later, I became addicted to opium, trying to numb myself with it. My mother sent me to quit, and during the time I was away, she sold me to a brothel. When I returned, she was gone. I searched for her frantically, turning the entire city upside down, but I couldn't find even a scrap of her clothing. For the rest of my life, I was trapped in the obsession of finding her, living a muddled existence. I could only hold the child I believed to be Ping'er's, naming him Yi'an, and showering him with all my love. I never knew until my death that Yi'an was her and Zhang Zhiming's biological child. And the silver necklace she left for Yi'an was hidden in the lining of his swaddling clothes; I never found it. Upon learning of her death, I locked myself in my room for three whole days. I had searched for her for years, waited for her for years, and held onto this obsession for years. I even began to fantasize that when I found her, I would kneel before her and beg for her forgiveness. I didn't ask for her love; I just wanted her to let me stay by her side, even if it was just to watch her from afar. But what I received was news of her death. The woman I loved to the bone, the woman I could never have, the woman who ruined half my life and whom I had ruined my own, was gone forever. She died on the battlefield, taking a bullet for another man. She repaid that man's kindness with her own life. But what about me? I didn't even have the right to be hated by her anymore. I held the golden butterfly hairpin she had left behind in the villa, one of the two things she had taken with her when she was taken away. I sat there for three days and three nights, holding it, remembering what she had once said to me. She said, "I am just your trophy." No. No. Butterfly, I love you, because you are you. Not Zhang Zhiming's wife, not anyone's possession, not some trophy. Lin Die'er, just Lin Die'er. But I'll never have the chance to tell you that. I hated Zhang Zhiming my whole life, for a lifetime. But in the end, I didn't hate him, I hated myself for being forever inferior to him. I envied his status, his wealth, his uprightness—but what I envied most was that he had you. I loved Lin Die'er, for a lifetime. But my love was twisted, obsessive, and destructive. I loved you, so I destroyed you. I used the most despicable means to get you, but I could never have your heart. This was fate's punishment. I accept it. Later, I quit opium and devoted all my energy to the war effort. All the money I had saved and the connections I had built were used to send supplies to the front lines. I taught Yi'an to read and write, to love his country and be good, spending my whole life making amends for the sins I committed. But I know it's far from enough. I owe her, and I can never repay her in this lifetime. If… if there really is a next life… I won't do this again. I will stand before you, clean and honest, and tell you in a dignified manner—Lin Die'er, my name is Xiao Qihao. I am not an illegitimate child, not anyone's shadow, not anyone's substitute. I am simply someone who wants to love you properly. Even if you still choose that square-faced, thick-browed man. Even if you never look at me again. As long as you are happy, that's enough. In conclusion: Why read this book? This is my story, and it's her story. It's also the story of all those helpless beings in that chaotic world. [Crying][almost crying] If you want to know why a villain becomes a villain, if you want to know how twisted a person can be for love, if you want to know what happens when obsession, jealousy, and deep affection intertwine—calm down and read slowly. This book will tell you the answers. "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust" Human romance cannot wait for a long-lasting union; the butterfly shadow returns to dust, with no return date to await.

9. 159 送 A Little Red Flower for You 送你一朵小红花 Fish Lantern Su鱼灯苏13k WordsCompleted A Little Red Flower for You 22Reads—Score—14d adds

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   I cried so much after watching the ending, I can't get over it for a long time... One day, when you are old and gray, when my hair is thinning, when all love has faded, we will meet again, and we will finally be able to stay together forever. [Masterpiece by Sparrow Eater][Almost crying][Already hooked][Crying]

10. 160 歌 The Song Never Became a Hill 歌未成丘 Twenty Pieces of Moonlight贰拾碎月Modern Romance240k WordsOngoing “Little girl, don’t touch that vinyl. Li Zongsheng will cry.” When Lu Chenzhou took the album The Elves in My Life from her hands, the scent of pinewood at his cuff mingled with the smell of medicine. The twenty-five-year age gap was an uncrossable chasm. He taught her how to brew tea: “Love is like pu’er. The third steep is when the true flavor comes out.” But on the night he coughed up blood, she kissed his cool lips. “What if there’s only one steep left?” The night they eloped, an old-fashion —Reads—Score—14d adds

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    A love story with a 25-year age gap, eloping into the wilderness, overcoming chasm to express deep affection.

11. 161 越 The More Off-Roading, the More Addictive It Gets 越野越上瘾 A Passing Guest in the Flow of Time往事流年稍作客Ancient Romance111k WordsOngoing ◆ Powerful leads tame each other ◆ Obsessive Emperor × Proud, Defiant Princess ◆ Explosive revenge plot ◆ A tragic romance that lasts until death ◆ “You once shackled me. Now I’ll repay you by turning your empire into a cage.” “Ye Huang, the wilder you get, the more addictive it becomes. This time, I’ll play along with you all the way to the depths of hell.” She was Liang’s most bewitching and unruly Ninth Princess, Helian Ye Huang. Three hundred li beyond the capital stood the royal hunting gro 1Reads6.4Score—14d adds

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    [Admiration][Admiration][Learned][Learned][Learned][What]

12. 162 浪 The Waves Trust the Clouds’ Whiteness 浪花信任云的白 Qinghe Qinghe清和清和Modern Romance355k WordsCompleted Two souls fall into a campus dream; reunited on a Middle Eastern battlefield | Doctors Without Borders × frontier defense hero | unhinged yet restrained, healing regret | sweet, bittersweet tension | rekindled romance | devoted to each other, happy ending A three-day romance in their youth, followed by twelve years apart across mountains and seas · Mature adults wearing the guise of high schoolers, falling into the most heart-wrenching romance in a dream · Each other's cure and salvation; a god 129Reads—Score—14d adds

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    I laughed and cried at the same time. The author is that doctor, and the writing is superb. Data may have tormented me a thousand times, but I love the story like my first love. Based on true experiences. A story written with heart, the writing is delicate and poetic, blending emotion and scenery seamlessly, full of life and depth. A broken mirror mended. A sea of ​​hatred and love. A bittersweet redemption.

13. 163 一 One Short Tragic Romance Story a Day 一天一个短篇虐文故事 Frostblade of Ruicheng瑞城的寒霜剑Modern Romance4.2M WordsCompleted A Collection of Tragic Short Stories: Every Word Bleeds, Every Line Leaves You Aching One devastatingly heartbreaking short story every day! Modern-day missed chances intertwine with sorrows from ancient times, along with bone-deep pain drawn from true stories. These tales lay bare life’s regrets, every word striking straight to the heart until it hurts to read! If you finish without being moved, I’ll call you my “ancestor.” Come take on this lingering ache! 43Reads—Score—14d adds

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    There's no need to deliberately seek out heart-wrenching moments; these true historical accounts are enough to bring tears to our eyes. Turning the pages of "The Blood Sacrifice at Pingdingshan," "Three Hundred Thousand Souls: The Nanjing Massacre," and "The Weeping Souls: A True Account of the 731 Atrocities," behind each set of cold statistics lies a once-warm life, a past we dare not and cannot forget.

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