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Books by 拾忆八两
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City of Imbalance 失衡之城
Lin Yan is a country boy who wants everyone and everything to be perfectly balanced. But reality is about to teach him a harsh lesson. Childhood sweethearts, stirrings deep in his heart, and changes at work turn his mind into a city out of balance.
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The Palace Harem's Captive Beauty: Fourth Master’s Poisonous Favorite 清宫锁娇：四爷的掌心毒妃
"After I transmigrated into a low-ranking palace maid in the Kangxi era, I planned to lie flat, but I accidentally crossed the cold-faced Fourth Prince. He gripped my chin and forced me to choose a side. The Eighth Prince promised me the position of empress to tempt me into betraying him, and even the crown prince had his eyes on me… Then, at a palace banquet, my modern dance performance stunned the entire room. The Fourth Prince pinned me behind a screen. 'Be a good girl and be my weapon, or el
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I Secretly Had His Baby, and Now the CEO Is Begging Me to Give Him Back 偷藏崽崽后，霸总哭着求我还他
[Adorable child + secret identity + hilarious chaos + husband’s regret-fueled pursuit] Five years ago, Su Mo was set up by her younger sister and spent a wild night with domineering CEO Lu Tingyuan before running away pregnant. Five years later, she returns with her sweet little boy, only to discover that the kid has a hidden secret identity: he’s a turtle from a wishing well who came to life! Her nasty sister sneers, “Being a single mom must be so pathetic.” The little boy blinks. “Auntie, your
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A Forensic Pathologist Meets a Serial Killer 法医遇到连环杀人魔
I tasted sweetness in the throat of the eleventh body found on a stormy night. >As a forensic pathologist with extraordinary senses, I can always spot details on the dead that others overlook. >This time, it was the scent of melted fruit candy mixed with the iron tang of blood. >Every victim’s left ear was missing, yet each had half a candy wrapper clenched in their palm. >The case report called it “the work of a serial killer,” but I couldn’t stop staring at the enamel mug my colleague in the r
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