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Books by Drifting Again with Love
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Fleeting Joy in a Golden Age 盛世薄欢
She was given a man's identity from the moment she was born. He was destined from birth to become a sage ruler. He was taken in as his grandfather's adopted son at birth, leaving his place in the family awkward and uncertain. He was a literary genius of unmatched talent who sought to benefit the whole world. He was the posthumous son of the former crown prince, yet went on to establish a commercial empire. Their meeting was destined to become a winding, tender tale of love and longing that would
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That Glimmer of Starlight That Belongs to Me 那抹属于我的星光（徐海乔、孟子义主演同名影视原著）
The gorgeous, slightly haughty superstar Shen Junyi meets Su Yan, his blunt, top student assistant with high IQ and low EQ. As they weather the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, they stand side by side and fight their way through every obstacle, only to become entangled in a mysterious conspiracy. Their journey unfolds through the sweetness of romance, the protection of family, the struggles of the workplace, and a series of choices involving profit, faith, love, and career.
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A Warm Inkstone Awaits the Frost and Dawn 暖砚承霜待晓光
As the cross-border intellectual property battlefield erupts once more, the convictions and missions of two generations of lawyers intertwine and shine through five major battles to protect key industries. Ji Chengyan holds on to the old camera left behind by his father, with an undelivered ring tucked away, and has spent years poring over case files and memories. Ning Nuan returns to China carrying her family's secrets. Beneath the elegance of a Harvard-educated woman lies her search for the tr
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Return Amidst Smoke and Evening Rain 烽烟暮雨归
They were tiny specks of dust amid shifting tides of history. Many events were never recorded in the history books, and their names would gradually fade into dust beneath the sands of time. Yet their achievements, like hidden supports in the dark of night, had long been etched into the course of national development and the journey of their people’s rise. The weapons developers were indomitable, always believing that dignity could be won only beneath the might of thunderous shells. That was a gl
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