Fanqie catalogue
Books by Wang Xiaole 9
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If You Meet the Sun in the Depths of Winter 你若三冬遇骄阳
What is love? Love is crossing mountains and rivers, traversing thousands of miles just for you. What is love? Love is trusting only you, from beginning to end, no matter what misunderstandings arise. What is love? Love is refusing to let your hands, fingers intertwined, be torn apart even if heaven and earth collapse. Li Jing was lucky: she found a love like that. She was also unlucky: she lost that love once.
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The Greatest Lady of the Realm 天下第一女公子
“Who are you?” Feng Zao asked, stopping Su Qi with a confused look. “What does it matter to you?” Su Qi shot back coldly, giving Feng Zao an icy glance. “Have we met somewhere before?” Feng Zao was desperate to learn who the person from her dreams was. “I don't know you!” Su Qi knocked Feng Zao's hand away and tried to stride off. “Please tell me the truth!” Feng Zao wasn't about to let Su Qi leave. She reached out and stopped her again...
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The Queen's Beloved Little Fox Fairy 女王独宠小狐仙
An unexpected encounter brings the fate of a cool, aloof prince together with that of a white fox. One is aloof and haughty; the other is cunning and domineering. One likes to hide and refuses to face things, while the other keeps chasing and never gives up. "Y-you... are... Yu Chen?" "Who else did you think I was?" "Where have you been all these years? I've been looking for you. I've searched for three hundred years." "Silly! I've always been in your heart!"
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The Phoenix Clan’s Young Master Rules the World 凤族公子倾天下
“Who is she? How can she be so beautiful? She truly looks like an immortal who has fallen from the heavens into the mortal world!” Dongxue stared at Feng Yuchen in a daze, cheeks flushed and heart racing. The praise slipped out before she could stop herself. In all her life, she had never seen anyone so beautiful, and for a moment she was utterly captivated. Dressed in white as pristine as snow, Feng Yuchen sat languidly atop a boulder, her slender, fair fingers idly plucking at the delicate str
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