Why Do All the Bad-End Stories Have the Female Lead Die? Are There Any Where the Male Lead Dies?

154 莫 Don't Look Back, You'll See the Grave When You Look Back Tree That Wants to FlyAncient Romance11k WordsCompleted 56Reads8.8Score—Shelves

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This book is so cruel

155 斯 The Words Have Passed Away, but the Wind Is Not Too Late Jiangcheng QianliModern Romance10k WordsCompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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The male protagonist dies and the female protagonist lives alone

156 寄 Send to Wushan Yellow SaplingsModern Romance237k WordsCompleted 11Reads—Score—Shelves

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Everyone who can die is almost dead, the heroine lives alone

157 蝶 Dieying Returns to the Dust: My Husband's Enemy Forcibly Married Me and Robbed Me Ah15k WordsCompleted 19Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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They are all dead. From the perspective of Xiao Qihao, the villain in "Butterflies Return 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 tried to use the rest of my life to atone for my sins" - 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 in a haze 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, originally 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 to her, what I owe to Zhang Zhiming, and what I owe to 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. The wind and moon in the world cannot wait for us to stay together forever, and the shadow of the butterfly returns to the dust, and there is no return date to wait for. After finishing the book, it's hard to calm down.

158 鲸 Whaleback Moonlight LisiModern Romance109k WordsCompleted 6Reads—Score—Shelves

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Everyone's death is just a fantasy, they don't exist.

160 他 He Is More Sultry Than Spring Want to Ride the WindModern Romance567k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It's also a big recommendation [laughing and crying][laughing and crying][laughing and crying]

161 当 When My Bai Yueguang Husband Died Myth DiaryModern Romance50k WordsCompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The male protagonist dies at the beginning, who can compare? The fastest person to die in history, but He Mingqi's good intentions are hard to deny. No one has a good ending. Everyone is created equal [sad][sad][sad]

162 等 Waiting for the Evening Star Minamoto HoshimiModern Romance363k WordsCompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Although I haven't finished writing it yet, I plan to let the male protagonist die.

163 他 He Sleeps in the Maple Season ChongqiwuModern Romance73k WordsCompleted 1Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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In this short story, the male protagonist dies

164 快 Quickly Travel to Shura Field: the Host Is Crazy and Charming Drink Milk Tea Without SugarAncient Romance474k WordsCompleted 35Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Five small worlds Five small worlds, there is always one that suits you. The fourth small world, the heroine has no desire and no love, the savior, the main theme is happiness first, everything goes well, he wants to kill me, the black value is so high? So what, he can only be mine, and I just let him fall in love with me, don't you think so, senior brother? A slender hand slipped down from the side of Senior Brother Chu's face and lifted his chin, forcing him to look directly at her. Next time you dare to defend that person, senior brother will always be here with me and don't go anywhere [licking the screen][licking the screen][licking the screen][licking the screen][licking the screen]