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  1. After Being Forced to Marry the Best Loser in the World of Cultivation Ancient Romance25k Wordsongoing I opened my eyes, and what I saw was red - cheap red cloth, a wedding dress that had been washed white, and a jade pendant in my hand with the word "Gu" engraved on it. Wrong. Didn't I just work overtime and change the plan? After staying up for three days in a row, before I finished the last cup of coffee, my vision went dark—— "The bride is awake!" A high-pitched female voice blasted in my ears. I turned my head and saw a round face, full of flesh, with melon seed shells still stuck to the ReadsScoreShelves
  2. Buy Lost Memories Mystery102k Wordsongoing A taboo trade is circulating on the black market: selling the memory fragments of the deceased before their death. Lu Xun was hired to investigate, but in the memory he bought, he clearly saw the first perspective of "himself" pulling the trigger. He must find out whether this is a frame-up or the truth he has lost, and all clues point to a "memory cemetery" that does not exist on any map. ReadsScoreShelves
  3. Survive in the Warm Sun of Doomsday Sci-Fi & Apocalypse84k Wordsongoing The end of the world is coming, radiation is raging, mutant beasts are rampant, resources are exhausted, and the world has become a human hell. {Lin Chen}, with his natural sunshine and cheerfulness, lights up hope in a wasteland of despair. Without the blessing of a golden finger, he planned a way to survive with his wisdom, fought against mutated monsters with courage, and gathered every survivor with a heart of fraternity. He builds shelters, transforms weapons, clears wasteland to grow veget ReadsScoreShelves
  4. I Grew up in the Heyday of Kangxi and Qianlong Historical79k Wordsongoing Lin Yi subconsciously wanted to sit up, but felt weak all over. He barely raised his upper body and looked around. The room was not big, about ten square meters, and the furnishings were pitifully simple: an old wooden table, two stools with crooked legs, a few clay pots stacked in the corner, and a dusty gown hanging on the wall. The ground was made of compacted earth and was pitted and uneven. He looked down at himself - he was wearing a coarse cloth jacket, the fabric was rough, the color had ReadsScoreShelves