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Books by Zero Fish Fish Fish
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Run to the End and Leave the Rest to Fate 跑到尽头随天意
A tragic romance, a tragic romance, a tragic romance. I’ll say it three times because it’s important. Try not to cry your eyes out. Shen Yizhao, you really are patient. Even if I forget you, you’ll still love me without hesitation. Shen Yizhao, you heartless bastard. You promised you’d stay with me. What about me? You just left me like this. Fine. We promised to be together forever, so I’m coming to find you now.
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In the Days We Waited for the Light 在等光的那些日子里
When Ling Mu was seventeen, she was admitted to the hospital with the heart of a sixteen-year-old girl beating in her chest. Lu Huaishen was her attending physician, and also the brother of the heart’s original owner. He had waited ten years, finally seeing the heart again before him. He thought he was there to protect what his sister had left behind. She thought she was nothing but a vessel. They tormented each other, drew closer, and tore open each other’s deepest wounds. By the time he finall
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Crossing Souls in the Fog: My Sister's Ghostly Photograph 雾中渡魂：妹妹的亡魂照片
My name is Ling Mo. I'm a new driver for the bus company. On my first day, they assigned me to the Route 13 night shift. Eight drivers have taken this route, and not one of them lasted a full month. The veteran driver gave me six rules. Never refuse to let someone who waves you down board. Never ask passengers how they died. Stop at every stop. The living must not get off before the last stop. You must return before three in the morning. And the driver must never leave the seat for more than thr
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Qiong Jing and the Wine-Bird 琼惊酌鸟
[Youth and school life + lingering regrets + bittersweet ending] I was eighteen, and still the child “with no parents to look after me.” My secret crush on him was also the only thing that helped me endure my loneliness. Later, he drew close, then drifted away, as if nothing had happened. But I was no longer the little girl who hid under the covers and cried. The day my college acceptance letter arrived after the entrance exams, my parents called and said, “You’ve made us proud.” I smiled on my
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