Tragic Endings That Leave You Shaking from Crying, Especially Ones That Hit Hard Afterward be文，哭到发抖的那种，尤其是那种后劲贼大的

1. 201 他 He's a Police Officer, Yet Drug Dealers Wiped Out His Entire Family 他是警察，却遭遇毒贩疯狂灭门 Dream Doll梦娃娃32k WordsCompleted He Was a Police Officer, but Drug Dealers Wiped Out His Family in a Brutal Attack 6Reads—Score—14d adds
2. 202 这 After This Child Was Kidnapped, They Left Him at the Train Station 这个孩子被拐后，却丢在了火车站 Dream Doll梦娃娃Modern Romance6k WordsCompleted After This Child Was Abducted, They Were Abandoned at a Train Station 2Reads—Score—14d adds
3. 203 3 Love Tilted at 36 Degrees 36度倾斜的爱 Dream Doll梦娃娃Modern Romance150k WordsCompleted A heartbreaking angst novel, so tragic it'll bring tears to your eyes. The second male lead repeatedly forces himself on the heroine, kissing her and cruelly taking the upper hand. The male lead does nothing but kneel and cry. The heroine is unable to escape the entanglement and tribulations of love in either of her two lives. 1Reads—Score—14d adds
4. 204 晚 Goodnight, Little Caterpillar 晚安毛毛虫 Dream Doll梦娃娃Modern Romance107k WordsCompleted A tragic romance with sweetness first, then heartbreak. Read with caution. She gets a message saying her husband is having sex with a young woman. She storms into the hotel, beats up the mistress, then beats up her husband. In her fury, she suffers a miscarriage too. After enduring the pain of losing her child, she asks for a divorce and threatens to hurt herself if he refuses. After they divorce, the second male lead, who has remained faithful to her for twenty years, launches his pursuit, whil 1Reads—Score—14d adds
5. 205 第 The Boy Who First Made My Heart Flutter 第一次心动的男孩 Gu Yuewei古月薇40k WordsCompleted The Boy I First Fell For 16Reads—Score—14d adds

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   A true diary, a youth in the 1990s, a heart-wrenching first love missed due to shyness, lack of courage, and the constraints of one's family of origin. It is sweet at first but then heartbreaking, leaving the reader with a lingering sense of unease.

6. 206 谁 Who Says I Don't Like You? 谁说我讨厌你啦？ Like a Scene, Like Brocade似景似锦Modern Romance110k WordsOngoing "I like him more than anyone, and I hate him more than anyone." -[Sweet and angsty, high school romance, healing, two top students Content warning: The female lead has suicidal tendencies, depression, and anxiety] At first, they couldn't stand each other. Until her deliberate efforts to keep her distance started getting under his skin, so he deliberately kept making his presence felt around her. Through his efforts, he succeeded in falling for her. And she became unable to live without him. But 32Reads—Score10914d adds

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   Absolutely amazing! [Crying emoji]

7. 207 在 Playing the Black Moonlight in a Painful Hong Kong Novel 在疼痛香江文学里当黑月光 residueModern Romance189k WordsCompleted Ensemble cast!!! A hodgepodge of eight couples, ship them however you like. The blurb is about the previous generation, whose story is full of messy, realistic drama! It's only the first eight chapters, so please don't let that put you off. The previous generation's tempestuous love and bitter hatred make it easier to understand how complicated things are for this generation: they want to love but can't, and want to let go but can't. Female lead: Ren Ruyi. Male lead: Xin Xia. If you want to read 62Reads—Score—14d adds

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   Eight couples, a tale of love and hate, sweet and romantic, you can ship them all, whatever you want. This book tells the story of a group of people—a group who emerged from the rainy nights of Temple Street. Zhong Aixiao squatted behind the counter of the "Xiang Ji" goldfish stall, raising Xin Xia for Xin Tongda. She waited for six years, wrote six letters, the last one containing only five words: "I'm not waiting anymore." Brother Fu sat on a plastic chair by the door, drinking beer for six years, waiting for her to turn around and see him. The day Xin Tongda signed the "protection agreement" determined everyone's fate. He went to the Philippines, accepting a drink from Jiang Meiling in a bar. He didn't know that drink would later become the son of a man named Jiang Che. From the age of three, Xin Xia carried a girl across all the puddles of Temple Street. He kept her photos in a folder called "Weather," facing them alone in a dark room late at night. He loved her, but he dared not let her know the weight of his love. Ren Ruyi had a system living in her mind. She did tasks, she wavered between two people, she thought she was just a player. Until the system crashed, she went to London, playing the piano for strangers in the snow, and met a boy named Xinyue, where she learned for the first time "protection" instead of "being loved." Jiang Che walked out of the tea restaurant kitchen and all the way to the boardroom of the Xin Group. He married Jiang Shuiqing—the woman who knew he had someone else in his heart but still chose him. She died in the delivery room, her last words being, "Where is my daughter?" When Tang Zhenyi was ten, she took a knife for a five-year-old boy. That scar remained on her left palm for twenty years. Later, she had plastic surgery, changed her face, entered the Xin family circle, and at the arrival gate of Charles de Gaulle Airport, was stopped by the now-grown boy by his full name. Song searched for her for twenty years. Everyone was caught in the karma of the previous generation. Everyone was trying to forge their own path. "When I'm sad, I try to be more understanding." But understanding is never a kind of magnanimity. It's a person's name. It's an exile that will never reach its shore. "I'm drawn to girls who laugh, but that girl isn't you." The person who said this sat in the front row of the wedding, a half-full glass of iced tea in hand, watching the entire event unfold. There isn't a single purely evil character in this book. Nor does anyone live up to their initial aspirations. But they are all still moving forward. Under the neon lights of Temple Street, amidst the sea of ​​lights in Victoria Harbour, in every snowy night and every endless rain. "After all the twists and turns, I still found you...?"

8. 208 恰 Just Like Your Sorrow 恰似你的忧伤 Fish Lantern Su鱼灯苏Modern Romance55k WordsCompleted Much Like Your Sorrow 14Reads—Score—14d adds

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   All the people I loved have become graves. [Crying][crying][crying]

9. 209 浓 Soul-Locking Fog: I Love Her with His Memories 浓雾锁魂：我带着他的记忆爱着她 Mo Wu陌吾Modern Romance267k WordsCompleted The girl he fell for was the daughter of “his” wife. Chen Luo had lived for eighteen years without ever experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. A dense fog lay locked in his mind, concealing the memories of a man who had been dead for eighteen years. Then he met Du Xiaoyu in the library. The instant he saw the jade pendant around her neck, he blurted out a name: “Xiao’er.” Du Xiaoyu didn’t know he was calling her mother. She knew even less that her father’s memories, all his love, and all 6Reads—Score—14d adds

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   If memories can be passed down, can love too?

10. 210 疯 The Psychotic, Obsessive Female Boss and the Undercover Cop 疯批病娇女老大和卧底警察 Ink Snow Lotus墨雪莲6k WordsCompleted A Crazy, Possessive Female Crime Boss and an Undercover Cop —Reads—Score—14d adds
11. 211 花 Flower Years 花岁 Loves Cauliflowerz爱吃花菜zModern Romance68k WordsOngoing The past has come to nothing, as if it were all a dream. Of the three thousand rivers, I drink from only one. Now the waters are stilled and the pearl lies sunk. What can I do? Year after year, the flowers are never quite the same; year after year, neither are the people. be —Reads—Score—14d adds

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    The male lead is a young marshal, and the female lead is the adopted daughter of a great marshal. In the end, the female lead commits suicide, the male lead goes insane, the second female lead is forcibly imprisoned, and commits suicide after discovering she is pregnant, and the second male lead is a leading anti-Japanese fighter, whose head is chopped off by a traitor with the dullest knife.

12. 212 送 A Little Red Flower for You 送你一朵小红花 Fish Lantern Su鱼灯苏13k WordsCompleted A Little Red Flower for You 20Reads—Score—14d adds

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    I cried so much after watching the ending, I can't get over it... One day, when you are old and gray, when my hair is thinning, when all love has faded, we will meet again, and we will finally be able to stay together forever. [Already hooked][Almost crying]

13. 213 蝶 Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: Sold into Prostitution by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 蝶影归尘：被婆母卖入风尘，前夫寻了我整整十年 Ni Ah Ni Ge Ni氼啊氼个氼55k WordsCompleted The Butterfly’s Shadow Returns to Dust: Sold into a Life of Vice by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 319Reads—Score—14d adds

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    *Old Dreams 1913* is an open-ended tragic ending, leaving ample room for imagination. Fu Lanjun goes to England, spending the rest of her life with memories and regrets; Gu Lingyu travels to various places to devote herself to the revolution, eventually disappearing, her fate a mystery. The two never see each other again, without the direct impact of a life-or-death separation, only a long life of longing and regret. Supporting characters also find their own destinies, some dying in battle, some staying together, a mixture of joy and sorrow. *Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust* is a closed-ended tragic ending for all characters, with no reversal. Lin Die'er dies on the spot, her life abruptly ended; Zhang Zhiming's black hair turns white, living a lonely life; Yang Yanchen protects her to the end, passing away with regret; Xiao Qihao dies in endless guilt. Everyone suffers, no one finds relief, death becomes the final period of the story, the pain direct and chilling.

14. 214 雪 Xue Wutong 雪梧桐 Xun Bai荀柏710k WordsCompleted [Republican-era ensemble cast + love of country + two powerful leads + older man/younger woman + sweet romance + pursuit of love + powerful man bows his head + heartbreaking angst + bad ending] In the Republican era, Nanjing was home to two renowned romantics. I do not believe in Buddha, but I would kneel at every temple in Nanjing if only Heaven would give me back my wife. Zhou Qingshi, courtesy name Changyu, was the eldest son and eldest grandson of the Zhou family, and ninth in birth order. 400Reads8.6Score—14d adds

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    The author writes something very realistic.

15. 215 锦 The Star Brocade Chronicles 锦星录 Xun Bai荀柏Urban351k WordsCompleted [Modern Setting + Two Male Leads + Sweet Romance + Unforgettable Love + Angst + The Love of a Lifetime + Bad Ending] This is just a practice story. I don’t know what I’m doing, so I’ll look things up as I go. It’s purely for practice, and I’m writing it all over the place. Two boys meet and begin to support each other and grow together. One is bright and sunny, playful and adorable; the other is composed, reserved, and courteous. One burns like the blazing sun, the other is gentle as moonlight. 28Reads—Score—14d adds
16. 216 蝶 Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: My Husband's Enemy Seizes Me by Force 蝶影归尘：丈夫的的仇人对我强娶豪夺 Ni Ah Ni Ge Ni氼啊氼个氼15k WordsCompleted Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: My Husband's Enemy Forces Me into Marriage 24Reads—Score—14d adds

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    Title: I am Xiao Qihao. Everyone says I ruined Lin Die'er, but who knows—I ruined myself. I am Xiao Qihao. In the story you read, I am the heinous villain, the scoundrel who pushed her into the abyss, the madman who used despicable means to imprison her in a secluded courtyard and force her to bear my child. Yes, I admit all of that. But today, I want to use my own eyes to show you this story again. To see how that woman named Lin Die'er ruined a man's life—no, how she made him destroy himself. I hate Zhang Zhiming. From the moment I was born, he was the eldest son of the Zhang family, born with everything: status, family fortune, and everyone's respect. And me? I am my father's illegitimate son, born with my mother's surname Xiao, and I don't even have the right to call him "brother." That's okay, I'm used to it. Living under someone else's roof, having to be subservient to others, I can endure all of that. Until I met her. I will always remember the first time I saw Lin Die'er. She stood in the courtyard of the Zhang residence, with a pond full of koi behind her. She wore a light blue silk dress, a silver butterfly hairpin in her hair, and looked like she had stepped out of a painting. No, even more beautiful than those in paintings. She glanced at me. Just a faint glance, polite and distant. Then she turned and walked towards Zhang Zhiming. At that moment, something inside me shattered. Why? Why did Zhang Zhiming have everything from birth, even a woman like her? And I didn't even have the right to be looked at by her. I began to be insanely jealous, and I began to fall madly in love. I began to deliberately prolong my stay at the Zhang residence. I figured out her schedule, what time she went to the cosmetics shop in the morning, what time she returned home at dusk, and what time she turned off the lights at night. I hid behind the artificial hill, watching her sit alone by the pond, lost in thought. She crumbled white steamed buns and scattered handfuls of them at the koi in the pond. There was no smile in her eyes, only an unfathomable loneliness. She was unhappy. Zhang Zhiming, didn't you love her? Didn't you cherish her like a treasure? Yet you made her unhappy. That thought took root then—since you don't cherish her, then it's my turn. I know you'll call me despicable, shameless. But I want to ask—if someone is born with nothing, how can they fight for what they want? My methods were indeed despicable. I colluded with Zhang's mother, schemed against Zhang Zhiming, and ruined his business. I took advantage of her vulnerability, luring her to my villa. That night, I said to her, struggling desperately, her face streaked with tears, "Your mother-in-law has long promised you to me. From now on, you are mine." I admit, at that moment, I felt a twisted sense of pleasure. I had finally won against Zhang Zhiming. I had finally taken something from him, something he cherished most. But that pleasure lasted less than a night. Because every tear she shed felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. I thought having her was enough. I thought that as long as she was by my side, one day she would accept me. I started learning to be good to her. I decorated the villa exquisitely and warmly, gathering her favorite snacks and treasures. I set aside all my malice and learned to be gentle and accommodating. But the look in her eyes remained devoid of warmth. In the dead of night, she curled up in my arms and fell asleep, murmuring a name indistinctly. I held my breath, listening intently—"Zhiming..." Those two words were like a knife, piercing straight into my heart. In her dream, she was calling another man's name. Not hatred, not resentment. It was a dependence she herself hadn't even realized. Something she would never admit in her waking life. At that moment, I knew I could never win her heart. But I still refused to let go. I became addicted to opium, trying to numb myself. I became decadent, insane, and irrational. I stayed by her side every day, only to be pushed away by her every day. The moment she gave birth, I was overjoyed. I thought it was my flesh and blood, the only bond between us. Did you see that? I believed until my death that Yi'an was my son. I never noticed the silver necklace hidden in the swaddling clothes—a keepsake she left for her child, his only bloodline with Zhang Zhiming. The day my mother secretly sold her to the brothel, I was quitting opium. When I came out, she had vanished without a trace. I searched frantically everywhere, scouring every street and alley, but there was no news of her. I searched for years, waited for years, and remained obsessed for years. In the end, all I received was news of her death. She took a bullet for someone and died in another man's arms. That man was neither me nor Zhang Zhiming. I didn't even get to see her one last time. I didn't even have a chance to say "I'm sorry." I held the gold butterfly hairpin she had left in the villa, locked myself in my room, and didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights. I remembered what she had once said to me. That night, when I lost control, she looked at me and said coldly, "I'm just your trophy." No. Butterfly, no. I love you. Because you are you, not some spoils of war. But I never had the chance to tell her that. Even if I had, she wouldn't have believed me. You all know what happened afterward. I poured all my guilt and longing for Die'er onto Yi'an. I gave him everything I had, teaching him to read and write, and instilling in him the importance of family and country. I made Ping'er my legal wife, and we had a son and a daughter. But I was biased towards Yi'an. So biased that everyone could see it. Because I owed his mother a debt I could never repay. And I repaid my debt to Zhang Zhiming—the man I hated my whole life—in another way. When the nation was in peril, I used all the scheming and manipulation I had used on him, all the connections and resources I had cultivated in secret, to support the front lines. I could turn my blade against my brother, but I would never turn it against my country. That was my bottom line. And my final redemption. In my life, I loved someone I shouldn't have loved, and hated someone I shouldn't have hated. I destroyed her, and I destroyed myself. But I've never regretted meeting her. If there's a next life—I hope I don't meet her again. Not because I don't love her anymore, but because I hope she won't have to suffer in this life. If possible, I hope she can be with Zhang Zhiming in the next life. This is my story. A villain's confession, a madman's repentance. If you only see Zhang Zhiming's deep affection and Yang Yanchen's protection in this book, then I urge you to also take a look at Xiao Qihao. Take a look at this man who loved in the most despicable way, destroyed with the deepest obsession, and redeemed himself with a lifetime. He's not a good person. But his love for Lin Die'er is real. "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust" is not a story about forgiveness. It's a story about obsession. About a man who spends a lifetime atoning for his sins. About a woman who spends a lifetime missing the person she should have loved most. If you prefer deeply moving love and extreme regret, you might as well calm down and read it carefully. This book is enough to reach the pinnacle of unresolved tragic love stories from the Republican era. Flowers may bloom again, but love is destined never to be mended. Like a butterfly returning to dust, there is no hope of its return. —Xiao Qihao [Almost crying][Almost crying][Almost crying][Almost crying]

17. 217 浪 The Waves Trust the Clouds’ Whiteness 浪花信任云的白 Qinghe Qinghe清和清和Modern Romance355k WordsCompleted Two souls fall into a campus dream; reunited on a Middle Eastern battlefield | Doctors Without Borders × frontier defense hero | unhinged yet restrained, healing regret | sweet, bittersweet tension | rekindled romance | devoted to each other, happy ending A three-day romance in their youth, followed by twelve years apart across mountains and seas · Mature adults wearing the guise of high schoolers, falling into the most heart-wrenching romance in a dream · Each other's cure and salvation; a god 129Reads—Score—14d adds

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    Passion and cruelty clash, a world of hatred and love. She was unaware of her impending death, and he was unaware of her involvement. A broken mirror is mended, and they return to their 16-year-old selves. A border guard and a transnational doctor from the East, they can only experience the most poignant love in their dreams.

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