High-Quality Angst That’ll Make You Cry Your Eyes Out, but No Romance-Obsessed Leads

59 蝶 Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust: I Was Sold into Prostitution by My Mother-In-Law, and My Ex-Husband Has Been Looking for Me for Ten Years Ah55k WordsCompleted 241Reads8.7Score—Shelves

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Sir, you have the wrong person. The 31st year of the Republic of China, Shanghai. The late autumn wind swept the sycamore leaves and fell on the bluestone road. I came out of the teahouse with a bag of tea in my hand - the cover I needed for the mission. A man walked towards me, wearing an indigo gown that had been washed to white, with white hair on his temples, and the corners of his eyes were filled with frost. We passed each other. Then, he suddenly stopped. The cowhide bag fell to the ground with a bang, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor - yellowed photos, whitened cowhide notebooks, and a dozen various silver butterfly hairpins. He rushed over like crazy and grabbed my wrist with such strength that my bones hurt. His hands were rough, with thin calluses on the palms, exactly as I remembered. His voice was hoarse as if it had been sandpapered, and he shouted over and over again - "Die'er! It's you! My Die'er! I finally found you!" My pupils suddenly shrank. Just for a moment. Then, I slowly withdrew my hand, with just the right amount of confusion and panic on my face. I used standard Japanese mixed with blunt Mandarin, and said word by word - "すみません, あなたは... You have the wrong person. Sir, you have the wrong person." "My name is Chiba Xinzi. I grew up in Japan and returned to China not long ago." He froze in place. He stared intently at my face. Those almond-shaped eyes and the little pear dimple when he pursed his lips were clearly engraved in his bones and blood. He wanted to say something more, but I had already turned around and walked into the crowd step by step. The back is straight and there is no trace of nostalgia. The moment you turn the corner. In a deserted corner, I leaned against the cold wall, covered my mouth, and cried silently. Tears were like broken beads, hitting my kimono. Zhang Zhiming. I didn't run with anyone. I didn't want you. I just... Can't recognize you. Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. The truth he had been searching for for ten years was hidden in the tears after she turned around. And he didn't know it until his death. [Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying][Nearly crying]

60 弃 Abandoned Child Without Tears Mu Feng WuchenModern Romance154k WordsCompleted 44Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Depressive and sadistic inspirational works

62 异 The Lost City of Exotic Beasts Peng PaiUrban3.0M WordsCompleted 486.9kReads9.7Score65.3kShelves

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I'll give it to you directly

63 光 All Beings Beneath the Light The Quiet Duke971k WordsOngoing 84Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It does not deliberately sensationalize, but the fate of each character is like a designed tragic art, reasonable and cruel.

64 吾 I Have Three Wishes Mechanical WangAncient Romance769k WordsOngoing 35Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The female protagonist is career-minded, and the male protagonist is a bit love-minded, hahaha, a mixture of sweetness and abuse.