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205 对 After the Subject Lost His Memory, He Always Cried and Begged Me Not to Leave. Snowman Candy Flower190k WordsOngoing 91Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It's so sweet and reassuring~

209 瓜 Gua Tian Writes a Story About a Car Accident All Goes Well for the Dijiang Divine Beast13k WordsCompleted 1.8kReads8.7Score—Shelves

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Bite your teeth before going to bed as a memorial cookie, witty, light-hearted and funny, pure and sweet, with a charming character, the first choice for decompression, a must-have for staying up late, watch Sweet Sweet before going to bed~

210 都 Urban Woman's Rules Gardenia Black TeaModern Romance103k WordsOngoing 5Reads—Score—Shelves

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Group portraits of the life department, with flesh and blood, and one breath to hold on and move forward

213 他 His Prescription Mo XinyanModern Romance101k WordsOngoing 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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A heart-warming healing article about how a person who cannot treat himself kindly learns to breathe again in a world that has been precisely planned.

215 大 The Great Road Dies but I Will Not Die. When the Spiritual Energy Dries Up, I Will Remain Green. Typhoon PrincipalEastern Fantasy2.0M WordsCompleted 48.9kReads8.9Score4.4kShelves

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The first book is the most healing. It is very beautiful and sweet, and it is not boring at all.

216 一 One Room Dark Light Jump into the Sea to Avoid FishModern Romance813k WordsOngoing 2.8kReads5.8Score163Shelves

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It's so funny. What's funny is the way the author expresses himself. He's so good at writing.

218 余 In Other Places, the New Trainee Police Officers Are Very Crazy. KettleModern Romance464k WordsCompleted 2.1kReads8.7Score238Shelves

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Super nice, a warm family at the police station, and only a husky running around

221 初 First Return Mo YimaMystery442k WordsOngoing 27Reads—Score—Shelves

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Now I look like the neatly stacked frozen meat in the supermarket. "But frozen meat can't think." A cold thought suddenly penetrated his mind. It had no beginning and no end. It did not belong to Yihong, but it accurately fit his mind. "I agree." After realizing it, Yihong was so frightened that he wanted to do the Wing Chun attack. After realizing that he was still in the ice wall, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm scaring myself." It's all because of this damn place, it's almost causing me to have a schizophrenia. "Why do you think you can just ignore this matter?" "Ah! Hold the grass!" Yihong felt as if his heart was growing muscle. In front of him was a weird, dank man. He must have thought he was cool when he was wearing a mask, and his hair was so wet that it was hard to judge. "Not hygienic." This is all Yihong's comments. "As "I", you should face your own death calmly." The man silently held up a torch in his palm. The flame was not the usual warm yellow, but a dull gray-red. The flame twisted and squirmed strangely, like fresh flesh and blood burning and spasming, but it could not dissipate any warmth. Instead, it poured out a biting chill. The firelight dimly illuminated the entire ice wall, pulling out countless twisted tentacles from the surrounding shadows, wrapping them layer by layer. Under the mask, thin, vague, and continuous whispers began to surge. It is not a human language, but a chaotic, ancient, obscure syllable that originates from the unopened world. It is layered on top of each other, winding, circling, drilling into the eardrums, and permeating the limbs and bones along the blood vessels. The low, empty, majestic and absurd low-frequency pipe organ sound overflowed from nowhere in the void. The sound is ancient and dilapidated, carrying the desolate and mysterious sound of the fallen gods. It roars between the sky and the earth, and is so heavy that it crushes the mind and crushes thoughts. The sound of wind, cracking ice, whispers, and music of the piano combined into a chaotic black mist, tightly wrapping Yihong's body and soul. His consciousness began to scatter, peel off, and sink rapidly. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his limbs completely lost strength. Boundless drowsiness swept over him. Finally, amidst the low-frequency sound and murmur of this dilapidated, eerie, sinking void, Yihong closed his eyes completely. "Are you sure you want to do such a thing? You will regret it." The dying buzz suddenly pulled away. Yihong woke up suddenly, cold sweat soaking his texture. There are no longer obscure murmurs in the ears, only the very far away, extremely empty female voice whose edges have been smoothed by the boundless wind and sand. The sky and the earth are completely earthy yellow, the boundless yellow sand stretches quietly to the sky, and the steaming heat waves gently sway on the surface. The wind was very light, picking up fine grains of sand and slowly grazing across the earth. There was an empty space all around, and there was nowhere to live even for the echoes. In the middle of the desert, a silhouette of a woman stood quietly. The heat wave softened her outline, and her eyebrows, eyes, and clothing were all covered in a layer of floating sand mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Yihong looked at her at a loss, with no impression of acquaintance at all. "Is she talking to me, or..." A hand passed through his body behind him. "As expected." "God should have come, but God deceived me." The woman looked at the man's hysterical appearance and actually felt sad. "It's not difficult to recognize this man. It's Song Shiyi who didn't run away." Yihong was still searching his memory bank. "I want to resurrect my daughter." "Resurrection from the dead? You are thinking too much, right?" The dry and hoarse female voice was torn by the hot wind and drifted in the vast sea of ​​sand. "I don't understand. Resurrection is your business. What does it have to do with me?" "I need you to kill me with your own hands and bury my complete body under the endless wind and sand." His tone was straight, but there was a hint of enthusiasm on the verge of collapse, and the words were crushed on the hot gravel. "I... I don't understand." The woman's confusion was mixed with a hint of trembling, and the empty desert amplified her uneasy echo. "Don't worry. When I die, I will carry my body to the Antarctic." "Crazy... You are completely crazy." "You are going to cut open my chest, take out the still beating heart and sacrifice it to the sun. Let the sun burn blazingly forever until the eternal ice walls at the two poles are completely melted and burned." "I don't understand at all. Why do you think I am willing to help you do such a thing?" "If you refuse, your husband will die a tragic death, and none of your family members will be spared." "Why should I believe your threats?" "Then take a gamble." He chuckled, his laughter twisted and weird, wrapped in paranoia that was close to destruction. "I don't believe you have the ability to stop this." "I will build him a body made of straw, and then use my hot heart to give him a new, immortal life." "But can your approach really resurrect your daughter?" The wind and sand weighed down, and the woman's voice was filled with chills and confusion from the bone marrow. The man laughed softly, his laughter was broken and hoarse, like the sound of a breath squeezed out after a broken throat bone, without any humanity at all. "No." He slowly raised his eyes. There was a lifeless desolation in his eyes, a completely insane indifference that risked everything. "I'm not resurrecting her. I'm gambling. I'm using my life, my flesh, and my millions of lives and deaths as consumables." "I want to completely erase all traces of her existence." The woman froze, and the wind and sand blew the corners of her clothes: "Didn't you already piece together a daughter out of fish bones?" "That's a lie." His tone was soft, but it revealed a world-destroying madness. "Bone is a dead thing. It cannot deceive the law of heaven, nor can it deceive chaos." "I must use my living self and my corpse that has died thousands of times to separate chaos and order." He looked at the boundless yellow sand, weeping blood and madness every word. "Have you ever heard the story of Pangu's creation of the world?" People in the world have praised Pangu for thousands of years, and they all believe that Pangu is the god of creation. Split the chaos, separate the pure and the turbid, transform the mountains and rivers with your body, and create clarity for all ages. All lies. The real opening of the sky is never salvation, but endless self-slaughter and eternal burial. In the beginning there was only a writhing chaos. No birth, no death, no time, no boundaries. Chaos will swallow up all "existence". As long as a living being, a ray of consciousness, and a trace are born, chaos will trace back, pursue, gnaw, and erase everything, turning everything into nothingness and never happening. Pangu was not the creator. He is the sacrifice that stands in the way of death for all things. In the beginning, there was only one ray of "existence" in the world. That ray of existence is too weak. Once exposed, it will be swallowed up by chaos and completely dissipated, not even reincarnation will be left. So Pangu woke up. He has no artifact and no divine power. He only has himself. The first time he split chaos, it was not to create a world - it was to use his body to create a layer of false "order". Chaos at the top, order at the bottom. But chaos is too strong, and order is as fragile as tissue paper. Order will collapse, heaven and earth will merge, and chaos will press down again, tearing apart the only existence. So Pangu began to commit suicide endlessly. He died once, and his body collapsed, festered, and spread, turning into a layer of flesh wall, a layer of periosteum, and a layer of flesh and blood to cover up the traces of existence. Chaos gnawed away at his body, devouring his flesh and blood, and the world returned to turbidity. He was reborn again. Chopping again. Die again. Add another layer of corpses. Thousands of times the heavens were opened, thousands of times the body died. The mountains, rivers, earth, and rock formations that the world sees - they are all layers of Pangu's corpses, piles of decay, and endless accumulation. God, it was his dry and hard fascia. The ground is a tomb where his bones and rotten flesh are piled up. The sun and moon are his pupils that never close, decay and swell. The wind and clouds are the turbid air overflowing from his rotting corpse. He never saved the world. He just used countless self-deaths and layers of corpses to cover up something that shouldn't exist. He isolated the chaos and locked his only existence under his millions of layers of corpses. As long as he keeps dying, filling up, and rotting and accumulating - Chaos will never be able to find the truth, the ray of life that should have been erased. Pangu never became a god. He is an eternal consumable. It is the grandest, craziest, and most incomprehensible self-burial in the world. The creation of the world that the world praises is nothing but a crazy self-burial that lasts forever and never ends. The man looked at the desert, his voice as soft as a madman's whisper: "Pangu uses his identity to distinguish heaven and earth, and he has died thousands of times to hide one thing." "I will learn from him." "The Antarctic ice wall is chaos, and the order of the world is the surface." "I die again and again. I am buried in the wind and sand, and sink in the ice." "Use my layers of corpses to cover all my daughter's existence." "Chaos swallows me, but not her." "This is her only resurrection." "This old guy is really crazy. The most terrifying thing is when such feudal and superstitious people are crazy." Yihong sighed, but soon he thought of something, "Not good!"

222 魔 The Mother of a Demon Cultivator, the Father of an Evil Cultivator, I Am the One Who Is Favored by the Group Agua Is Not a MelonFantastical Romance451k WordsCompleted 105.5kReads9.2Score24.6kShelves

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It's super healing, my heart has been healed anyway. A four or five-year-old human cub fainted at the door of a non-human home, and was then adopted by his mother and father. From then on, he lived a very happy daily life.

223 开 Start with a Mink, Why Are You Kissing Me? Dream InspirationUrban457k WordsCompleted 10.9kReads9.1Score889Shelves

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I always post repeatedly, but most of the time I don't like to write [face covering]

227 童 Childhood Symphony The Fragrance of Wheat FieldsModern Romance199k WordsCompleted 19Reads—Score—Shelves

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The warm atmosphere, the real and ordinary life, the stubbornness deep in the bones, and the courage to make progress, absolutely wonderful article!

229 风 The Wind Leaves Traces, Beyond the White Line The Law of the StarsModern Romance142k WordsOngoing 184Reads—Score—Shelves

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After adolescence, a mature person's view of love is no longer about impulse and vitality, but about life. Adults can easily discover and expose each other's tricks. Even if the tricks are very secretive and fresh, they are only the first layer behind the scenes. But why bother to do this routine? It may be the habit of over-care, or it may be attraction, it doesn't matter. No matter which way, the heroine has a way to ask what the other person has not said. The most important keyword in this novel is the sense of boundaries.

231 玫 The Rose Has Fallen! Yuan YiModern Romance142k WordsCompleted 847Reads9.1Score130Shelves

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The writing is really super, super, super good, and the plot is also very smooth. I read it in just a few minutes with only tens of thousands of words, and it is completely pure love. I absolutely love that kind of redemption plus pure love buff stack.

233 公 Road Singer: the Whole Travel Network Begs Me to Be on the List Three Waters Gold Three WatersUrban135k WordsOngoing 52Reads—Score—Shelves

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The pattering rain slapped against the glass door of the hotel, and the wind at this time was no longer as violent as before. Xiuyan stretched out her little hand in front of the door: "Mom! It seems like the rain is going to stop~" "That's just right, there's no need to put up a parasol. After putting away the ingredients, let's put the oven next to the beach chair." Paula opened the huge food bag in front of her. These are the ingredients she went to a nearby supermarket to buy in the heavy rain. There is everything from mutton, seafood, vegetables, and drinks. Paula's mother took out various kitchen utensils and stainless steel basins from the small door next to the bar. That's her small kitchen, where all daily meals are taken care of. The three of them chatted about trivial life while washing vegetables and cutting meat. Paula has been an academically talented person since she was a child and mastered four languages ​​in high school. However, due to her personality, she has always been a loner and has not made many friends. Although she had fewer playmates, she also had more time to study, so she easily got the admission notice from Xihong University. Xiuyan is different. She is cute and cheerful. What she has been good at since childhood is making friends, but her academic performance can never catch up with her sister who is a top student. Therefore, although she talks about wanting to go to the same school as Paula every day, the inferiority complex hidden in her heart keeps reminding her that you are not good. In fact, she is carefree and optimistic. A person's character and image will always affect other people's judgment and attitude towards her. For example, if you keep showing sadness, you will receive more concern. As for Xiuyan, she learned more that she didn't have to worry. "It doesn't matter. Xiuyan is very optimistic. She will get up when she falls~" "It doesn't matter. Xiuyan is very cheerful and she will adjust her mentality~" "It doesn't matter. Xiuyan is such a carefree person and doesn't care about anything~" "It doesn't matter..." In fact, it does matter. She also wanted to receive more care, and she wanted people to know that she would be sad and sad too. Watching her mother keep asking about Paula's life and studies, Xiuyan felt like a ball of air. "Mom, you didn't even ask me, you only asked Sister Paula..." Xiuyan felt a little aggrieved. "Hey Yigu~ What do you have to ask? It's not like Paula has been back for so long." Paula's mother looked up and down at her daughter. What happened today? "You didn't ask me when Sister Paula was away!" "Cheng Xiuyan! Did you take medicine today?!" Paula stood up and shouted to her sister. At this time, Lin Xia and others also came down the stairs and were about to say hello when they ran into this scene. "Auntie, what's wrong?" Zhang Xin asked. When Xiuyan saw several people coming down, she quickly turned her head and secretly wiped the water droplets from the corners of her eyes, but Lin Xia still saw it. "Auntie, we're here to help!" Jiang Ye broke the awkward atmosphere with a smile, rolled up his long sleeves and joined the piercing team. "Ouch~ I don't need your help, just come over and eat after you put these on~" Paula's mother said while pushing. Paula also sat down, lowered her head and silently played with the freshly washed lettuce in her hands. "You guys get busy first, I'll go out and see if the rain is still heavy." Lin Xia saw that the coffee table was already crowded with people, so she walked outside. The rain became lighter, light enough to be ignored. Xiuyan looked at Lin Xia outside the door, who was carrying the oven and walking to the beach. She said hello to everyone and went out to help. Carrying a small bag of coal, Xiuyan followed Lin Xia without saying a word. "Xiuyan!" Lin Xia said with a smile, "This is not like you!" "Why?" Xiuyan asked. "Normally, you would call Brother Lin Xia! I'm here to help you~" "Well... I guess so." Xiuyan whispered back. "Hey! What coincidence?" "What coincidence?" "The Xiuyan I saw in my dream is like this, cheerful and lively on the outside," Lin Xia turned around and said, "In fact, she is a very fragile girl on the inside." "How could I?!" Xiuyan trotted to keep up with Lin Xia in a hurry: "I am not fragile as Xiuyan~!" "Then are you a strong crybaby?" "Me! No! Yes!" Lin Xia put the oven on the table next to the beach chair and said, "Although the Xiuyan I know smiles every day, she is also someone who needs care and love~" "Huh~ this stove is really heavy." Lin Xia clapped her hands and looked at Xiuyan who lowered her head and said nothing. "Look!" Lin Xia took out a candy from her jacket pocket. "This was given to me by a little girl a long time ago." Lin Xia handed the candy to Xiuyan: "Did you know? She turned back three times while walking and waved goodbye to me." "I collapsed on the side of the road because of hypoglycemia." When Xiuyan heard that she had collapsed, she seemed a little anxious. Just as she was about to ask, Lin Xia continued. "So, what's inside is not candy, but the strange girl's care for me, which is very precious to me." Lin Xia held Xiuyan's open hand tightly: "Please keep it for me. Look at it when you are sad, and your mood will really improve! I have tried it myself!" Xiuyan looked at the colorful candies in the transparent packaging bag, and the corners of her eyes were moist. "The Xiuyan I know is a greedy cat! You must hold back and don't eat it!" With a pop, Xiuyan laughed. I am also a greedy cat... Wiping the corners of her eyes, Xiuyan put her hands on her chest and held the candy tightly. "Yeah! Brother Lin Xia, I promise I won't eat it!" Lin Xia looked at her. Sometimes white lies can comfort those in need. "Come on, let's light up the charcoal first. We'll open it up and eat it later!" "Okay!"

234 丑 Ugly Duckling! Passerby! the Bosses Took Her Home Green EagleModern Romance654k WordsCompleted 114kReads9.6Score15.8kShelves

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These two are very healing, very sweet healing novels. "Three times last time." "Five times last time." "Last time..." Beside the flower bed in the community, a dirty little girl squatted on the ground, her little face wrinkled, counting how many times her mother had hit her with her fleshy hands. When all ten fingers were broken, she raised her hands to wipe away the snot from her nose, and then took another piece of grass and put it into her mouth.

235 穿 Dress up as the Boss Bai Yueguang, God Forbids You to Lie Down Like a Salted Fish Great Sad BalladAncient Romance629k WordsCompleted 698Reads9.4Score119Shelves

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It's very healing after watching it. The heroine spends her life healing others and also healing herself.

237 穿 Dressed as the Male Protagonist of a Sadistic Novel and Fuck Him Kitten SleepsModern Romance159k WordsCompleted 36.4kReads9.6Score3.5kShelves

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I went, even if his name is like this, the content inside is really heartwarming. I have already read it 4 times. The extra story made me burst into tears. I was so moved that I was moved to death. It is about the heroine who traveled through time and became the mother of the male protagonist of the sadistic novel, but she was pregnant, and then she has been living a good life. The people in Super Warmth are all very well-shaped and complete. The extra story is that the male protagonist who is not having a good life in another world finally meets his mother.

238 位 Time Travel Quickly, I Have a Small Grocery Store Love to Eat Orange PeelsModern Romance3.9M WordsOngoing 94.7kReads9.3Score12kShelves

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[Like] [Blow a kiss] Really healing! Everyone is very happy, very happy, and have their own world view!

241 他 He Is in Yunnan Jing XingModern Romance209k WordsCompleted 29.6kReads9.7Score5.2kShelves

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They all look good, based on ratings.

244 系 System: the Savage Crown Princess Just Wants to Herd Sheep Song XiangbaiAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 52.6kReads9.6Score6.8kShelves

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The package is beautiful, super super super super super nice!

247 穿 Traveling Through the 70S: the Flash Kill System Takes Me Flying Mu Ran 9Modern Romance1.1M WordsOngoing 92.3kReads8.5Score13.1kShelves

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Traveling through the 1970s, Wen Jingshu used the limited-time flash sale system to cheat and counterattack from a small buyer in a supply and marketing cooperative. He stocked up on supplies in short supply, negotiated large foreign trade orders, took the lead in building an instant noodle factory, received commendations for his abilities, and was promoted to deputy subjects, and his career was soaring. The family is warm and supportive, the era is full of texture, the fun points are dense and not procrastinating, and the more you read, the more you read, the more you read, the more exciting the era career is.

250 躺 Can I Still See the Woman Who Lies Deep in My Heart? Poor Little LeftistMarriage & Romance6k WordsCompleted 545Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Strong pulling sensation.