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Books by 半橙浅浅
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Reborn: She Waited for Me Across Two Lifetimes 重生她等了我两世
The day Lu Shiyan died, a girl in pajamas came to the morgue. She cried until she passed out on the cold floor from hyperventilation. When she woke, she bought him the most expensive plot in the city and leaned against his gravestone, saying: “Next life, don’t forget me. My name is Shen Shiwan. Shiwan means we met before it was too late.” In his previous life, Lu Shiyan was a joke. He spent ten years as a backup for his childhood friend Su Nianqing. She married him while pregnant with anothe
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On Our Wedding Night, the Tyrant Wanted Me to Die in Place of His Beloved 大婚夜，暴君要我做白月光的替死
On my wedding night, Prince Jing grabbed me by the throat and forced me in front of a portrait of his dead wife. He made me learn to smile like her, cry like her, even breathe at exactly the same pace. "Become her within three days," he said, blood dripping from the tip of his knife. "Otherwise, the dry well in Wutong Court will be your coffin." Everyone in the capital knew that Zhang Wanting, Shen Mo's great love, was dead, and that I was his fifth substitute. What they didn't know was that I w
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A Healing Heart Against Time 逆时医心
Su Qingyuan, a modern emergency room doctor, transmigrates by chance just as an “epidemic” breaks out in the capital of the Great Jing dynasty. Countless displaced people are dying, and panic grips the populace. Armed with modern medical knowledge, she wields herbs as her blade and quarantine as her shield, snatching dozens of lives back from the brink of death. But this also drags her into a deadly mystery entangled with a political conspiracy. The so-called “epidemic” is actually a poisoning s
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Little Forensic Expert: My Ex's Autopsy Reveals My DNA 萌娃法医：前夫尸检现我基因
Late at night in the autopsy room, my ex-husband’s body has just been wheeled in when my DNA report sets off an uproar: the biological evidence under the victim’s fingernails is a 100% match for me. I’m one of the top female forensic pathologists in the field. I’ve only just cleared my name when my three-and-a-half-year-old son tugs at my lab coat and points at the autopsy report in his babyish voice. “Mom, this fiber is the same as the one on Auntie Wang’s scarf.” I freeze. This child has bee
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