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[Blurb]
Was I the one who tempted you?
Did I ever speak kindly to you?
Didn't I tell you plainly,
that I don't love you, and can't love you?
--William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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If you had known in advance that all of this would happen,
would you still have chosen to go home with her?
Lin Jianhuan's life ended the moment she met Wen Rongjun.
The sky collapsed. Floodwaters roared.
She still remembered that ordinary afternoon. Wen Rongjun turned her face slightly, the warm spring sunlight falling on her. Her fingertips gently touched the tip of Lin Jianhuan's nose. Smiling, she rested her head beside her and softly asked,
"How long will you love me?"
Lin Jianhuan was so captivated that, even in a haze, she answered firmly, her words ringing clear.
"Forever."
Wen Rongjun smiled so happily. The next moment, she pulled Lin Jianhuan into her arms and held her tight, then kissed her forehead as if in gratitude.
"I'll love you forever, too."
How far away is forever?
Lin Jianhuan didn't know.
Just as she didn't know why, one day, Wen Rongjun would point at her and shout,
"Lin Jianhuan, how can you be so disgusting!
How could I ever have adopted an animal like you!"
I only love you.
What did I do wrong?
When the wind blows too far, can it still remember the way home?
Years later, they unexpectedly met again.
Her friend sounded astonished and incredulous.
"You know Wen Rongjun!"
Lin Jianhuan was stunned.
She looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared in front of her. After a moment, she calmly looked away and turned to leave, leaving the woman and her answer behind.
"We're just acquaintances."
Her friend shrugged in disbelief and followed, laughing as she called out,
"Would an acquaintance make you cry that hard?"
It struck like an ancient boulder crashing to the ground.
Lin Jianhuan looked back again at the woman, frozen in place, her eyes inexplicably reddening.
She restrained herself and looked away at once.
"She's an actress. Maybe... she was just too deep in character."
[Sunny, cheerful, devoted puppy A x gentle, cool, obsessive older sister O] Ten-year age gap
25 x 35
Unrequited love / chasing your wife to the crematorium / motherly older sister / puppy-like younger woman / younger partner
[Reader's Guide]
1. Both leads are devoted only to each other, body and soul.
2. Happy ending.
3. This story is all about the crematorium burning fiercely. This hatred will go on forever.
4. A little showbiz and the supernatural.
5. My writing is very amateurish, very amateurish, very amateurish. I have poor comprehension and don't accept writing advice.
6. Written for my own tastes, a self-indulgent passion project. Thanks for your understanding.
7. A has no accessories, no accessories!!!
8. No children!!!
[Blurb for a forthcoming novel]
Inheriting a Beautiful Legacy
Alof, eldest daughter of the great archmage Candiel, heir to a family of knights, and future guardian deity of the royal court.
When she was eighteen, she met a woman: Ruila, her father's mistress, who carried the bloodline of witches. She was beautiful, delicate, and fragile, like a rose longing to be watered by the rain.
Every part of her displayed a woman's allure, constantly radiating a dangerous charm.
Yet Alof still fell under her spell. She was bewitched, led astray, and raised a blade to plunge it into her own chest.
She wanted to keep that rose for herself, but the rose wept, and so it withered and wilted.
They were right. Witches are dangerous.
[The heiress, cold and indifferent on the surface but intensely possessive beneath x the wild rose, seemingly flirtatious and sophisticated but secretly pure-hearted and a crybaby]
You are mine. I inherited everything from my father, including you.
Moon, Moon, Don't Fall
Hang An is bold.
No one expected her to be this bold.
She kissed the older sister who had raised her for ten years, just like that, and went to bed with her just like that.
Afterward, the people involved were interviewed.
The person in question rubbed her face in confusion.
You might not believe me when I say this.
But the other person really did come on to me first.
※ Older woman on the run ※?
※ Younger woman's cultivation ※?
#Top-tier succubus big sister, seducing her girl every night#
Motherly big sis VS death-obsessed little sis
#A little sister who seems liable to keel over and die at any moment#
#Giving it her all against the succubus's seduction, but unable to resist#
#We should firmly say no to bad influences#
#But then again, what bad intentions could big sister possibly have?#
#I really want to cuddle up with little sister#
#Uh-oh, I think I've developed skin hunger for little sister#
#Uh-oh, I've led little sister down a bad path#
#I'm sorry, I'm really a terrible big sister#
An older sister is like a mother. An older sister is like a mother.
People say an older sister is like a mother.
I have a mother. Oh, no,
a big sister.
No, wait!
A wife.
She's my wife...
The first half is sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet.
The second half is sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet.
A sweetness overload.
Theme: Love yourself first, then love others.
I don't see any affection or love at all. It's just a dialogue between the Riddler and the Riddler.
Mingyu is right. Wen's attitude towards the heroine is sometimes like a tool, and sometimes like a relative or lover. Now that I see it, I still don't know whether Wen is a good woman or a bad woman.
So the fox demon is now Lin Jinghe's mother. Will this Lin Jinghe be a part of Lin Jianhuan? Otherwise, I don't understand why fox demons can mistake people for mistakes 😭
So why does Lin Jinghe look the same as Zhizhi in his previous life? Is it because of eating branches? Zhizhi's last life was so miserable 😭
The scene in the author's short story is a bit funny [covering face, laughing and crying]
Ah, your three friends are gone. It reminds me of a saying. People may die at any time, maybe in the next second or the next day. People are inherently fragile. It is right to take good care of your body.
It's okay. Just write slowly and don't stop completely. Just stop writing. 🙏
Why did I get sick just after I resigned? Are you okay? Are you mentally overworked? Good health is more important. Two days ago, I was still wondering why you haven't updated. I'm waiting to see Sister Wen's crematorium for chasing his wife.
I am also looking forward to the crematorium 💪
It doesn't matter, work is important, as long as this article doesn't cheat me 🐶🌹