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Books by 番茄小幸运

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  1. The Great Song Dynasty Coroner’s Collection of Grievances Redressed 大宋提刑官洗冤集录 Mystery638k WordsCompleted In the third year of the Shaoding era, 1230 AD, Southern Song, Jianning Prefecture. The night was as dark as ink. Clouds rolled across the heavens, with thunder seemingly rumbling in their depths. In the public mortuary behind the Jianning Prefecture yamen, a lone lamp swayed in the wind, illuminating several bodies laid out inside. The room was utterly silent, save for raindrops falling from the eaves, like the slow passage of time. Suddenly “Bang!” A dull thud sounded as the mortuary door blew 232Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. After Nezha's Box Office Haul Surpassed Ten Billion 哪吒电影破百亿之后 Modern Romance256k WordsCompleted The Heavenly Court has always been solemn and imposing. The immortals are all dignified and composed, with boundless magic. When the Jade Emperor gives an order, who would dare disobey? But everything changed completely the moment the Nezha movie's box office passed ten billion. The clouds around the South Heaven Gate scattered from the shock. Flames leaped excitedly in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and above the Golden Throne Hall, the clouds faintly formed three huge characters: A! HIT! The He 5Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. Shanghai in Its Finest Hour 风华绝代上海滩 Modern Romance114k WordsCompleted Shanghai, 1926. The morning mist drifts gently over the Huangpu River, carrying a trace of dampness, like a silent pact with the city. The rising sun shines through the haze onto the bustling streets, lending a soft glow to the noisy metropolis. The buildings along the Bund still tower skyward, the pride and heart of the city, beating day after day. Behind all this bustle and luxury lie countless dreams and hardships. And in this era where times seem to overlap, two young people are destined to 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Love in Shanghai: A Pure Romance 爱在上海纯美之恋 Modern Romance111k WordsCompleted On an early summer morning, Shanghai's air still carried the dampness of the night. The glass facades of the skyscrapers along the river reflected shards of golden light. Tourists had yet to gather at the Bund, and the first ferry carved a pale streak across the Huangpu River. Shen Yi stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her office building, a file in her left hand as she tapped the glass lightly with her right, lost in her habitual silence. At twenty-seven, she was the youngest senior a —Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Zhong Kui's Ghost-Hunting Chronicles 钟馗抓鬼记 Mystery122k WordsCompleted Zhong Kui sat bolt upright on his bed, plucking at a tuft of beard as hard as an ink stick, and wondered if he’d just had an outrageous dream. He’d dreamed that the King of Hell sent him a performance review that read: “This month’s KPIs: 3 evil spirits, 2 lost souls, 1 scapegoat (occasional).” He was just about to crumple the review into a ball and stuff it back into his dream when there came a sudden “clang” outside. The door knocker spun around three times on its own, like a cheesy transition —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Old Tales of Shanghai's Turbulent Past 上海滩风云往事 Modern Romance142k WordsCompleted At dawn, the mist over the Huangpu River lay like a thin veil, slowly climbing the stone steps of the Bund and wrapping the towering foreign-style buildings and their signs in a half-awake dream. A steam whistle sounded across the river, low and lingering, like a love letter from a foreign land. Sampans rocked gently in the tide by the docks, their oars splashing intermittently and stirring up wave after wave of damp, salty air. The city’s heart was beginning to beat, both new and old, both bust —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. The Many Mysteries of Di Renjie 狄仁杰疑案重重 Mystery193k WordsOngoing Luoyang, the first year of Yongchang in the Tang Dynasty. Luoyang was bustling, like a giant meat bun fresh from the steamer, piping hot and fragrant. But behind all that prosperity, there was always something filthy lurking in the shadows, quietly festering. Di Renjie, Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, sat beneath the grape trellis in his backyard, holding a freshly peeled grape. Yet his eyes were fixed on the bamboo steamer in front of him. It was small and ordinary, just like the ones —Reads—Score—Shelves