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Books by 顾星和
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Copper Coins Eclipse the Moon 铜钱蚀月
“When the seventh copper coin falls into place, the gate between yin and yang will stand open forever.” Seven bizarre murders in a row. Each victim was clutching a bloodstained ancient copper coin in their palm. Detective captain Lan Wangji discovers that all the evidence points to a heretical cult that vanished long ago. Folklorist Wei Wuxian deciphers a bone-chilling copper coin curse in an ancient text. Forensic doctor Xie Lian witnesses a corpse sit up on the autopsy table. The underground e
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The Chang'an Case Files 长安探案录
The Chang'an Case Files is a novel blending historical, mystery, and fantasy elements. Set during the Tang dynasty, it follows a series of baffling cases in Chang'an. Behind the city's prosperity and glory lie secrets and strange events known to no one. Shi Jiaxin, a brilliant and quick-witted young constable, investigates each case with keen insight and unyielding determination, uncovering one shocking truth after another.
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The Private Butler's Code 私人管家守则
"He insists that his toothbrush and toothpaste be placed at a 45-degree angle, while she glimpses the scars in his heart from 27 centimeters beyond his slippers. Cheng Mocheng's world runs with clockwork precision, until Yan Xiaoqing barges in with her imperfect warmth. When a capable five-star hotel manager becomes the private housekeeper of a cold CEO, it's no longer clear who is managing whose heart."
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After I Returned Their Gifts, They Begged Me Not to Acquire Their Company 退回礼物后，他们求我别收购
I was transmigrated into an otome game as a cannon-fodder supporting heroine who was hopelessly obsessed with the male leads. In the original story, after going bankrupt, I was sent to a mental hospital. The System said I could stay alive as long as I won over any one of the male leads. But I tore up the script. When I stopped groveling, the aloof CEO splashed red wine across my proposal. “Playing hard to get? You’ve succeeded.” The gentle senior shed his refined facade and pinned me against my
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