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Books by 柳青色
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Tomb Raider Notes: Where Did This Wanderer Come From? 盗笔哪来的流浪体？
Content warning: All five Deep Space boy-band members sacrifice themselves and disappear! The five men from Deep Space are only secret identities and obsessions. Their true selves will not come back to life after they disappear. CP: An independent System newly born from an obsession x Bu Linlang [Comedy | Love Rival Battlefield | Hilarious | Tomb Raiding | System] [After Crossing into The Grave Robbers' Chronicles, I Farmed Zongzi Like Wanderers, but Every Single Card Draw Was a Miss] Other peop
4.7kReads—Score526Shelves
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I Pulled Love and Deep Space in the World of Detective Conan 在柯学世界抽到恋与深空
Tsukimisato Hotaru’s last memory was staying up all night pulling cards in Love and Deepspace, then feeling her heart give a sudden jolt... and dying of a heart attack. When she opened her eyes again, she was in the Poirot Cafe in Beika Town. Kogoro Mouri was pointing at her and shouting, “You’re the killer!” while Conan sized her up like a suspect. The good news: She had transmigrated. The bad news: She had no memories of the original owner, no golden finger, and not even enough money in her
1.4kReads—Score125Shelves
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After Becoming a Top-Tier Star, I Took My Cutting-Edge Tech and Ran 在成为顶流后，我带黑科技跑路了
(Transmigration + writing by copying works + secret identities + System + no romance) After transmigrating to the interstellar era, Su Xiaohe just wants to be a couch potato. She’s a useless nobody: tone-deaf, hopelessly forgetful, and with only four digits in her bank account. The System drops in with an offer: “I have every piece of entertainment ever made on Earth. Want them?” Su Xiaohe’s eyes light up. “Can I trade them for points and go home?” System: “Yes.” Su Xiaohe: “Then I’m in!” Later,
22Reads—Score—Shelves
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Childhood Sweethearts, Two Lives of Love 青梅两世欢
(Two strong leads who dote on each other, one-on-one romance, a blend of sweetness and heartbreak, and smart characters.) When I was five, my eight-year-old brother took my hand. He held it for the rest of our lives. Twenty years later, I became his bride, only to watch him die right in front of me. Without hesitation, I followed him. When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into a broken ancient-world novel. He had lost his memory and was lying beneath that tree, unable to remember wh
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