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Books by 雾悚
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Someone Once Waited Here 此处曾有人等
At the wedding, he married the well-matched daughter of the Lu family. I stood in a corner and brewed him a pot of Biluochun, with the water at eighty degrees. He took a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Across the entire table, it was the only thing at the wedding that belonged to me. My name is Ji Qinghe. I come from a scholarly family in Suzhou. He is Shen Yanting, the eldest grandson of the Shen family, one of Beijing’s most prominent families. He was raised from childhood to be their successo
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Redeeming the Villain: After the White Moonlight Faked Her Death, Everyone Went Mad 救赎反派：白月光死遁后全员疯了
Quick transmigration | Redemption | 1v1 | Emotional Growth | Episodic Stories Ling Yue was bound to a Redemption System. The System said, "As long as you become the villain's 'early-departed white moonlight' and stay alive, changing his descent into darkness, you can gain energy." But each time she transmigrated, she found the villain in dire straits, covered in wounds. All she wanted was to walk over to him and bring him a little light. [Reader's Guide] 1. 1v1, a story of redemption, with a
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I Thought I'd Caught a Fish, but It Turned Out to Be President Fu 本以为是条鱼，钓上来是傅总
Flirtatious gold-digger × male lead with irresistible sexual tension Shen Qingci sings at a bar, owes five million, and gets by among men with her innocent-yet-seductive face and a head full of schemes. Her goal is clear: find a rich fool, pay off her debt, and then make a clean getaway. He Zhixu is the prey she picked out. Gentle, generous, easy to fool. But that night, she got into the wrong bed and threw herself at the wrong man. Fu Linyuan, head of the Fu family in Jincheng. Cold-blooded and
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Walking Where the Land Ends 行于陆止
[The beauty of a tragic ending | Failed mutual salvation | A clear-eyed breakup | The pain of a troubled family] He said, “My love is a cage, and your light burns too brightly.” She said, “Separating is the best way for us to save each other.” My name is Shen Tinglan. I was a top student in my final year of high school. Then I met Lu Zhi on the rooftop: the school’s notorious “madman,” whose wrists were covered in old scars. Everyone else avoided him, but I kept drawing closer. His paintings hel
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