I strongly recommend this completed novel. The most abusive male protagonist on the Internet is the most scumbag and will not be forgiven until death. It is a very good read and tortures him to death.
Cry till I suffocate! This is what the ceiling of abuse literature should look like in the Republic of China! Text: "Some loves are short-lived, but they are unforgettable." This is not a fast-food novel, nor is it an industrial saccharine. This book "Butterflies Into Dust and Smoke" has really great staying power! 😭 I would like to call it the ultimate "jet lag sadomasochism" - 🦋 When she loved him, he was waiting humblely; when he loved her deeply, she was already covered in scars. 💔 From the daughter of a famous family to the prostitute of a brothel, from a prisoner in a deep house to a Japanese spy... She changed her identity six times in her life, but in the end she almost lost her name "Lin Die'er". ✨ Highlight: On the wedding night, she threatened to die to keep him away. But he slept on the floor for four whole months without ever crossing the line. Until the big brother's slap fell, he was the first to rush forward and protect her behind him, caressing her cheek with red eyes: "Does it hurt?" At that moment, she was confused, but I burst into tears... If you love the sense of fate of "slowly falling in love, but it's too late to look back", you must read this book with heart. It's hard to calm down in your life. 🍂 # Republican abuse writing # BE aesthetics # Novel recommendation # Butterfly into the dust smoke # Book wasteland recommendation ---[cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry][cry]
From the perspective of the villain Xiao Qihao in "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust", write a book promotion copy that directly touches people's hearts. Title: The ceiling of sadomasochism in the Republic of China "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust"｜"I ruined your life, but I wanted to spend the rest of my life atonement" - the belated confession of a villain My name is Xiao Qihao. The illegitimate son of the Zhang family and the half-brother of Zhang Zhiming. In this life, the person I am most jealous of is my brother. He has an orthodox status, a substantial family fortune, and that woman - Lin Die'er. The first time I met her was in the courtyard of Zhang Mansion. She stood among the flowers, turning her head to talk and laugh with the maid, her features and eyes were full of clarity that had never been seen in the world. At that moment, something in my heart grew completely crazy - why? Why can Zhang Zhiming own her openly? Why can I only hide in the dark, like an ant that cannot see the light? I told myself: Since she doesn't love Zhang Zhiming, why can't she be replaced by me? Once this idea takes root, it can never be uprooted. Later, she became my prisoner. I trapped her in another courtyard and tortured her day and night. I pinched her chin, forced her to raise her head to look at me, and said to her: "From now on, you are mine." I tried my best to be kind to her, made the courtyard exquisite and warm, collected her favorite snacks and treasures, and learned to be gentle and accommodating. But she never looked at me. There was no warmth in her eyes, like a pool of stagnant water. I knew in my heart that she was just waiting for my brother to save her. But it doesn't matter - as long as she's by my side, that's enough. She gave birth to a son for me. I was ecstatic, thinking that this was my flesh and blood. Holding that little baby in my arms, I felt for the first time that I had won against Zhang Zhiming. I announced to the public that the child was born to my concubine Ping'er, completely erasing the connection between Die'er and the child. I thought this would keep her by my side forever. But I don't know—the baby isn't mine. She gritted her teeth and survived, letting me raise children for her and the one she truly loved for a lifetime. Later, she was secretly sold to a brothel by my mother, and there was no news from her. I searched everywhere like crazy, walking through the streets and alleys, but I couldn't find her again. During those days, I was exposed to heavy smoke and felt confused all day long. When I fell asleep at night, my arms were empty. I suddenly remembered those nights when she curled up on my chest, frowning, and muttered a name vaguely in her dream: "Zhiming..." It turned out that the person she called in my arms was always another man. It turns out that from beginning to end, I was just an outsider. Many years later, I quit smoking and made Ping'er my main wife. I held the child named Yi An in the palm of my hand and taught him how to read and write, and to remember the righteousness of our family and country. I poured all my guilt, debt and obsession into him. I believe till my death that he is my biological flesh and blood. Until news came from his confidants: Die'er was dead. While performing a mission, he blocked a fatal shot for someone else. The book in my hand suddenly slipped and I froze in place. After searching for several years, waiting for several years, and obsessing for several years, what we waited for was the news of her death. I returned to the study and closed the door for three days without eating or drinking. In her hand, she was holding the golden butterfly hairpin that she had left in another courtyard - it was custom-made for her by my brother. She took it away, thinking that if she saw an injured Zhiming on the road, she would use this most valuable possession to save him. Who knows, I will never be able to come back to him again. I think of that night, when she said to me who was out of control with tears on her face: I am just your trophy. At that moment, I finally understood. I kept saying I loved her, but I used the most despicable means to destroy her. I regard her as a trophy and a tool for revenge against Zhang Zhiming. But do I really not love her? "Die'er, I love you. Because you are you, not a trophy." It was a pity that she would never hear these words again. I devoted all my guilt and longing for her to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. Boxes of medicine, carts of food, and pieces of cotton-padded clothes. I'm not trying to be a hero. I just want to use this method to repay what I owe her, what I owe Zhang Zhiming, and what I owe that child. Even if it's never clear. In this life, I thought I was a predator. In the end, I realized that I was the one with nothing. She never belonged to me, the child never belonged to me, and even the time I thought I had was a self-deception. I am Xiao Qihao. The villain who used despicable means to imprison her, but finally spent the rest of his life repenting. This is my story. [Cover face][Cover face][Cover face][Cover face] The romance in the world cannot wait to stay together forever, the butterfly shadow will return to dust, and there will be no return date. After finishing the book, it's hard to calm down.
The first one was cruel [sending my heart] [sending my heart] [laughing] The second one was cruel after the second one [laughing] [laughing] [laughing]
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