Please Recommend Some Short, Heartbreaking Stories

257 诡 The Mysterious Corpse Hunter Eighth Master of Dou CityMystery10k WordsCompleted 18Reads8.7Score—Shelves

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"Whether I am ugly or not is not for you to judge!" The speaker was a female ghost with long hair. I carefully compared her from head to toe with one of the corpses on the ground. I can't say that they are 100% similar, but they are almost the same. "The audience has sharp eyes and their evaluation is objective!" I said to her seriously, "If we, the audience, don't judge, then who can?!" "Me!" The voice came from behind us. It should be a man. "Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask the voice. "Her man!" "Whose man?" I glanced at the woman whose arm was tightly grabbed by the ghost woman. "Our man!" The woman and the female ghost replied in unison. "Can you see him?" I asked the woman curiously. "I can't see it!" The woman shook her head, "But I can smell him!" "Smell... Smell?!" "The unique smell of smelly men!" "Uncle, she said you smell!" I looked at the uncle with a smirk. "Do I stink?" The uncle pointed at the corpse on the ground, "But no matter how stink I am, I still don't stink as much as that guy's body!" "If a man doesn't stink, he's not a man!" The male ghost said seriously. "So you came here specifically to find your own body?!" The uncle asked. "Don't look for it!" The male ghost rolled his eyes at him, "Are you raising me?" "I never raise idle ghosts, especially scumbags like you!" "Am I a scumbag?" The male ghost sighed, "It used to be difficult for the sea, but Wushan is not a cloud... I am just more sentimental than ordinary people!"? ? ? ? ?

265 重 Return After the Poison of Rebirth Rain Paints SmokeAncient Romance859k WordsCompleted 40Reads7.2Score—Shelves

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Man, you can't miss this book! It is a life story full of ups and downs. The protagonist is a powerful queen. From the trough of life at the beginning to the final counterattack, it is extremely touching!

269 剑 Sword Breaks the Sky: from Abandoned Son to Overlord's Counterattack Legend Qian Mo BeichenEastern Fantasy106k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It's up to you whether you laugh or not, but I tried my best to be funny! [Blowing kiss]

276 诡 Love in a Villa Eighth Master of Dou CityMystery7k WordsCompleted 1Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Wen Wan is my best best friend, but I did one thing that I felt sorry for her---that is, I stole her son's body before he was in his first seventh year. 1. I am recognized as a village beauty and a beauty in people's eyes. They say I am lively and enthusiastic, and everyone praises me for being cheerful and generous. But who knows how miserable my private life is! "Open the door! Open the door for me quickly!" Someone kept knocking on the door of my courtyard, "Damn money loser, Sangmenxing..." This is a stinky man smelling of alcohol, and he is also my nominal father. My stepfather's biggest hobby is actually not drinking, but gambling. But as the saying goes, nine times out of ten you lose, but I have never seen him win money anyway. Every time he lost money, he would ask my mother for money to buy alcohol, and he would get drunk whenever he drank. Whenever he gets drunk, he will come back to take out his anger on my mother. I don't even know how many times my mother was beaten by him. Unfortunately, he can no longer hit my mother tonight, because now she is lying in a cold coffin. Yes, my mother is dead, but she didn't die of illness or being beaten to death by him. No one knows how she died. Some people say that my mother was possessed by an evil spirit and took her life because she was haunted by an innocent spirit. Anyway, she died very strangely, and before she died, she said a lot of crazy things that none of us could understand. Today is July 14th, which is also her first seventh day. But she could not close her eyes, they were as wide as bells, and she refused to close her eyes. I think she must still be thinking about someone else. I heard from the old people in the village that people's souls would come back on the first seven days, and I didn't know if it was true or not. I hid behind the door and quietly observed my mother's body through the narrow crack in the door. 13

277 我 Three Years After My Death, My Ex-Husband and Sister Returned to China I Am Pen Core9k WordsCompleted 2Reads9.8Score—Shelves

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Another story where good people are not rewarded and evil people are not rewarded.