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Books by Luo Bus
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Fanqie books matched on the author's name.
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Just Like a Spring Breeze in the Night 恰如一夜春风来
(A slow-burn, feel-good story, part of the Happily Ever After series) Cheng Xi returned to her hometown, a small city ranked in the fourth or fifth tier, carrying all her disappointments with her. She bought an old house, took in a cat with unusual markings, and made herself a home. Two years later, she took in a man, too. Before taking off his pants, Cheng Xi asked with feigned nonchalance, “What’s your name?” “Shen Yi.” Cheng Xi settled into a life where he did the domestic chores and she went
10Reads6.9Score—Shelves
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What Goes Around Comes Around 风水轮流转啊转
(Don’t walk past without stopping! The boss from Wenzhou, Zhejiang, ran off with his sister-in-law, but this broke author couldn’t run. I was left behind to write and go crazy. Thanks to everyone for backing me and sticking with me. When I strike it rich, I’ll be sure to share the good news!) (A cute-trait, unclear System; not a traditional transmigration story; possibly transmigrating into a fictional world) (Not a traditional battle-for-the-CEO story; the male and female leads don’t have tradi
2Reads—Score—Shelves
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The One Who Came for Me 那个为我而来的人
Before I got married, I often wondered what married life was really like. It draws countless people in love toward it, while making just as many hesitate to take the plunge. Later... well, it was simply a husband, children, and a warm home. Life carried on as before, busy and lively, with three meals a day and all four seasons, laughter and tears, and joys mixed with worries. The only difference was that you knew for certain: no matter how long it took, somewhere in this world there was someone
1Reads—Score—Shelves
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Hibiscus Flowers on the Horizon 天边的木槿花
(The second story in the Small Town Stories series. Angsty romance, not a pure couple.) Mu Jin never imagined she’d run into an unbelievably handsome guy just by taking the bus. Were handsome men so common these days that they could even drive buses? His eyes were like peach blossoms dotted with pearls, his brows like dark mountains veiled in mist. His expression was as hazy as spring rain, yet his whole bearing was as free as the wind. One hand on the steering wheel, he glanced over at her, his
1Reads—Score—Shelves