What Are the Four Ultimate BE Novels on Tomato?

102 装 After Pretending to Be Blind for Three Years, Bai Yueguang Said She Already Knew The Rabbit's CornerMarriage & Romance38k WordsCompleted 2.8kReads8.8Score—Shelves

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I cried so much [cry][cry][cry][cry][cry]

106 记 The Memory Trial: The Moment the Nation Wept for Him Big Fish, AhUrban1.7M WordsCompleted 9.1kReads9.2Score1.2kShelves

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113 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 226Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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The sadness of "Old Dream 1913" is the sadness of being let down. Gu Lingyu loved and protected her all her life, and finally died in the hands of the person she loved most. The reader is crying about him—crying that he is so good, why doesn't she want him; crying that he has done so much, but why can't she see him. This kind of sadness is directed and responsible, so readers will hate, feel aggrieved, and want to rush in to seek justice for him. Its staying power was anger - anger at why she didn't believe him, anger at why fate was so unfair to him. The sadness of "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust" is the sadness of being too late. Zhang Zhiming has never let down Die'er, and Die'er has never let down Zhang Zhiming. He just went to earn a family, and she just waited for him to come back before confessing. He calculated the income of the shop, the terms of the deed, the entrances and exits of the house in the south of the city, and the children's room facing east for the best lighting, but he failed to calculate - the person who was waiting for him could not wait for him. There is no responsible party for this kind of tragedy, no one has done anything wrong, so the reader does not know who to blame. Is it your mother-in-law's fault? She is evil, but she just pushes an already fragile fate. Do you blame Xiao Qihao? He's just another poor guy who doesn't get what he wants. Strange times? The era is so big that individual tragedies are just the dust it raises. Its staying power is not anger, but powerlessness - it's that you know they love each other, but you can only watch them miss it. Therefore, the sadness of "Old Dream 1913" is worthy of sadness - you know that Gu Lingyu was let down, and his love had somewhere to go, but it just went to the wrong person. The sadness of "Butterflies Return to Dust" is unexplainable sadness - you never know if Zhang Zhiming had not gone out to do business that day, if Die'er had not signed the document, if they had spoken earlier, the ending would have been different. And none of these "ifs" came true in the face of fate. Readers who like "Old Dream 1913" will probably feel more sorry for Gu Lingyu, because he is a person chosen by fate to bear all injustices. But readers who like "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust" may feel more sorry for Zhang Zhiming - because he has done nothing wrong in his life, it is just too late. He is not even qualified to be let down, because Die'er loves him from the beginning to the end. He just doesn't know. She just couldn't make it in time. Therefore, the Old Dream Cup is painful, the kind of pain that makes your nose sore when you think of Gu Lingyu. But Butterfly Shadow Returns to the Dust is heavy, because long after you finished reading it, you suddenly remembered the sentence "When you come back, I have a surprise for you", and then your heart was lightly hammered by something, and it was so dull that you couldn't express it. One is to make you cry. One is to keep you from crying. Which one do you think is sadder?

115 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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I am Xiao Qihao. Everyone in the world says that I ruined Lin Dieer, but who knows - what I ruined was myself. I am Xiao Qihao. In the story you read, I was the heinous villain, the villain who pushed her into the abyss, and the lunatic who used despicable means to imprison her in another hospital and let her give birth to my child. Yes, I recognize all of this. But today, I want to take you to look at this story again with my eyes. Look at how that woman named Lin Die'er destroyed a man's life - no, how she made him destroy himself with his own hands. I hate Zhang Zhiming, starting from the moment I was born. He is the eldest son of the Zhang family, and he has everything when he is born. Fame, family fortune, respect from everyone. And what about me? I am the illegitimate son left behind by my father outside. I take my mother's surname of Xiao, and I am not even qualified to call him "Brother". It's okay, I'm used to it. I can tolerate being dependent on others and looking at people's faces. Until I met her. I will always remember the first time I saw Lin Die'er. She was standing in the courtyard of Zhang's Mansion, with a pond full of koi carp behind her. She was wearing a light green skirt with a silver butterfly hairpin in her hair. She looked like she had stepped out of a painting. No, he's even prettier than the person in the painting. She glanced at me. Just a light glance, polite and distant. Then she turned around and walked towards Zhang Zhiming. At that moment, something in my heart broke. Why? How come Zhang Zhiming, who was born with everything, could even have such a woman? And I am not even qualified to let her take another look. I began to be crazy jealous, and also began to fall crazy. I began to deliberately extend my stay in Zhang Mansion. I know her daily routine, knowing when she goes to the rouge shop in the morning, when she returns home in the evening, and when she turns off the lights at night. I hid behind the rockery and watched her sitting alone by the pond in a daze. She crumbled the white-flour steamed buns and threw handfuls of them toward the koi in the pond. There was no smile in her eyes, only bottomless loneliness. She is unhappy. Zhang Zhiming, don't you love her? Don't you regard her as a treasure in your palm? But you make her unhappy. That idea took root at that time - since you don't cherish it, then do it for me. I know you will call me despicable and shameless. But I want to ask - if a person has nothing since birth, how should he fight for what he wants? My methods are really bad. I colluded with Zhang's mother, plotted against Zhang Zhiming, and ruined his business. I took advantage of her danger and tricked her into my other courtyard. That night, I said to her who was struggling desperately and with tears on her face: "Your mother-in-law has betrothed you to me a long time ago. From now on, you are mine." I admit that at that moment, I felt a twisted sense of joy in my heart. I finally beat Zhang Zhiming once. I finally took something from him, something he valued most. But that kind of pleasure lasted less than one night. Because every tear she shed pierced my heart like a knife. I thought that getting her was enough. I thought that as long as she was by my side, one day she would accept me. I started to learn to be nice to her. I made the other courtyard exquisite and warm, and collected her favorite snacks and treasures. I put aside all my negative thoughts and learned to be gentle and accommodating. But the way she looked at me was still without any warmth. Late at night, she curled up in my arms and fell asleep, mumbling a name indistinctly. I held my breath and listened carefully - "Zhiming..." Those two words were like a knife, piercing straight into my heart. In her dream, she was calling another man's name. Not hate, not resentment. It was a dependence that even she herself was unaware of. It was something she would never admit to in her waking life. I knew at that moment that I would never be able to win her heart in my life. But I still refuse to let go. I became addicted to smoking and wanted to use it to numb myself. I became decadent, crazy, and unreasonable. I guarded her every day, and was pushed away by her every day. The moment she gave birth to her baby, I was ecstatic. I thought it was my flesh and blood, the only bond between me and her. Did you see it? I will believe until my death that Yi An is my son. I never discovered that there was a silver necklace hidden in the swaddling clothes - it was the token she left to her child, and it was the only blood link between him and Zhang Zhiming. The day she was secretly sold to Yihongyuan by my mother, I was quitting smoking. When I came out, there was no news from her. I searched frantically everywhere, traveling through the streets and alleys, but there was still no news about her. I have been searching for several years, waiting for several years, and obsessing over it for several years. The last thing that awaited was the news of her death. She blocked the gun for someone and died in the arms of another man. That man is not me, nor is he Zhang Zhiming. I didn't even see him for the last time. I didn't even get a chance to say "I'm sorry." I hugged the golden butterfly hairpin she left in another courtyard and locked myself in the room. I didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights. I remembered what she once said to me. When I lost control that night, she looked at me and said coldly: "I'm just your trophy." No. Die'er, no. I love you. Because you are you, not a trophy. But I never had the chance to tell her this. Even if I tell her, she won't believe it. You all know what happened next. I poured all my guilt and longing for Die'er into Yi'an. I devoted everything I had to being kind to him, teaching him how to read and write, and to remember the righteousness of my family and country. I made Ping'er my wife and gave birth to a pair of children. But when it comes to Yi'an, I am partial. It's so biased that everyone can see it. Because I owe his mother, and I will never be able to pay it back in this lifetime. And what I owe Zhang Zhiming - the man I have hated my whole life - I repaid in another way. When the national crisis hit, I turned all the scheming and methods I had used on him, as well as the connections and financial resources I had operated in the dark, into a force to support the front line. I can point the blade at my brother, but I will never point it at my own country. This is my bottom line. It is also my final salvation. In my life, I have loved someone I shouldn't love and hated someone I shouldn't hate. I destroyed her and myself. But I have never regretted meeting her. If there is a next life - I hope not to meet her again. It's not because I don't love her anymore, it's because I hope that she won't have to suffer the same pain in this life again in the next. If possible, I hope she and Zhang Zhiming can be together well in the next life. This is my story. Confessions of a Villain, Confessions of a Madman If you only see Zhang Zhiming's affection and Yang Yanchen's protection in this book, then I ask you to take a look at Xiao Qihao as well. Take a look at this man who loves in the most despicable way, destroys with the deepest obsession, and spends his life to redeem. He is not a good person. But he loves Lin Die'er, it's true. "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust" is not a story about forgiveness. This is a story about obsession. It's about a man who spends his whole life repaying the sins he committed. It's about a woman who spends her whole life missing the person she should love the most. If you prefer deep feelings and extreme regrets, you might as well read it slowly and carefully. This book is enough to reach the peak of sadomasochism in the Republic of China. Although the flowers bloom again, love is destined to never be reunited. The butterfly shadow returns to dust, and there is no time to wait for its return. ——Xiao Qihao [crying] [almost crying]

116 红 Red Lotus Root Fragrance Remaining Jade Mat Autumn 1 Jenny the HammerAncient Romance124k WordsCompleted 10Reads7.9Score—Shelves

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Spending your heart and soul in love will only end up with heartbreak [crying][crying][crying]

121 浪 The Waves Trust the Whiteness of the Clouds Qinghe QingheModern Romance334k WordsOngoing 166Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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True adaptation. With both perspectives open, she didn't know that he was dying, and he didn't know that she was incurable. The heroine has two characters, as long as she has memory: the beast taming queen x the crazy wolf dog, both flesh and bone. When there is a lack of memory: the growth and protection of an innocent girl with a father-in-law in x years

122 地 The Underworld Calls Me Little Master Jie YuMystery3.3M WordsCompleted 254.5kReads9.6Score30.8kShelves

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Book shortage? Let's take a look at this 9.5-Minute masterpiece