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Books by 橙亿
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Human Candle 人烛
My family has a rule: the red candles of life and death must burn all night without going out. I’m not as beautiful as my older sister, and I always smell of ointment because I have to rush home every day to tend the candles. My classmates all laugh and call me “the Candle Girl.” One day, the man who had been following my sister forced his way inside with ill intentions. I threw him into the corpse pool. My sister sighed softly. “We can use him for the next human candle.”
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The Second Female Lead's Rise to Power 女二上位记
The System told me that I was the male lead's idealized first love in an old-school tragic romance. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the heroine. The male lead is my boyfriend, the legendary crown prince. I'm just a vain and wicked idealized first love. The heroine is a stand-in for the male lead's first love. After putting her through a torturous romance, he finally realizes that she is the one he truly loves. I look at the man bent over in the field, pulling up green onions. Out of kindness, I remi
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Singer: A Fifty-Year-Old Woman Guards the Nation’s Gates 歌手：五旬老太守国门
I’m Yingzi. A fifty-year-old granny. And now I have to fight the Eight-Nation Alliance. All I want to know is: Who the hell signed me up!!!
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Eight Years of Devotion, Worth Less Than Grass 八年深情，比草贱
I pursued Mo Xijun for eight years and loved her for eight years. But a week before the wedding, I stumbled upon her diary. Its elegant handwriting laid bare her deepest longing for another man, the indescribable pleasure of their first night together, and even the real reason she was marrying me. After reading the last page, I quietly closed the diary and put it back where it belonged, then carried on playing along with her as if nothing had happened. On the wedding day, when she saw that the g
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Entering the Palace to Tear the Mad Crown Princess to Shreds 入宫，手撕疯批太子妃
My older sister was an honest country girl. By chance, she saved the crown prince and his consort. Just because the crown prince looked twice at the mole on my sister’s face, the crown princess ordered someone to carve it out, one cut at a time. She sneered, “What makes a lowborn wretch think she deserves a mole like mine?” My sister’s face was left full of bloody holes, and she died in agony. Three years later, the crown princess’s face successfully hatched all kinds of little darlings. She beg
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