[Main story complete ❤️ A short story of about ten thousand characters]
[Content warning: melodramatic; the main story is a first-person memoir about a deceased spouse; the romance only properly begins after rebirth in the bonus chapters]
Zhao Yu was bound to a System that had told him since childhood that he would become emperor.
But he had no interest in that. His interest lay elsewhere.
That person had carried him out from beneath the ruined Buddha shrine in the Cold Palace with his own hands, then cherished him amid brocade and gold. He was gentle and kind, with beauty that could topple kingdoms, like an immortal banished from heaven to the mortal world, picking up dust for no reason.
That dust could neither be shaken off nor cast away. It flourished when wet, clinging to the immortal and coating him in mud until he could no longer fly back to the heavens.
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His Crown Prince brother was wonderful, so he had no desire at all to take the throne that belonged to him.
But his brother died, just before he was to ascend the throne.
That night, Zhao Yu personally saw him off from the Eastern Palace. He regretted countless times that he hadn't asked for one more kiss. Later, cold murals covered every wall of his bedchamber, and he could no longer find any trace of that man's warmth.
To avenge him, Zhao Yu was forced to surrender to the System.
He pretended to comply, fought for power, and became a puppet carrying out the plot... rising step by step to the top and ushering in a golden age.
Until one day, he awoke from a dream and leapt from the city tower.
Brother, I'm coming to join you, free at last.
*
Zhao Yu was reborn, back before it had all begun.
The child, still dazed after his fever broke, sobbed as he threw himself into his beloved Crown Prince brother's arms, clinging tightly to his collar and refusing to let go. Taking advantage of his age, he clumsily pressed his cheek to the other's.
Soft and warm as jade, the beauty was still young. His wandering heart had finally returned home.
He had come for his brother. In this life, that immortal was destined to fall, bound to him, and into his arms.
Highlights:
1. First person, still an obsessive admirer x a beauty
2. Most of the story takes place in the previous life. The bedroom scenes after rebirth are concentrated in the bonus chapters.
3. A brainless, two-person short story. Don't overthink the logic.
--Next short story: After I Stole My Beautiful Senior Brother--
[Content warning: melodrama!! The gong genuinely hates the shou from the start! Later, he learns the truth but doesn't regain his memories, and gets jealous of his "own" self.]
You Huai was exceptionally gifted, but when he first joined the sect, he was immediately given a humiliating welcome.
The immortal sect's famous frail beauty fainted during his apprenticeship ceremony, right in front of everyone.
No one spared a thought for the cup of tea he'd yet to present. Everyone rushed to escort the unconscious figure to the mountain's rear for treatment.
Worse still, he was suspected of being possessed by an evil spirit and forced to stand before the Heaven-Peering Mirror, where his past and present lives were examined.
It was a downright disgrace!
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Even though he couldn't stand Wen Chu, everyone on the mountain doted on him. Since You Huai's cultivation was still weak and he had to stay at the sect, they forced him to personally care for the sickly beauty.
You Huai swallowed his anger, but Wen Chu was just as inconsiderate.
Every day, he either ordered You Huai to use his true qi to clear his meridians, or put his feet on You Huai's chest in the middle of the night to warm them... And You Huai couldn't scold or curse him. At the slightest disagreement, Wen Chu would lean weakly against the couch and complain of pain. If he got too worked up, his dark eyes would roll back and he'd lose consciousness.
Despite consuming so many rare medicines and delicacies, his face remained bloodless, like an ice block that could never be warmed, or a thin layer of snow that would disappear forever if it melted.
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When spring came, Wen Chu insisted that You Huai take him down the mountain for fun.
The mortal world was cold, the bed chilled in the middle of the night, and the sickly beauty snuggled against him like a block of ice, softly calling him "good junior brother."
After calling him several times without getting a reply, he suddenly fell silent.
You Huai counted to ten, then couldn't resist opening his eyes. He saw Wen Chu curled up on the bed, clutching his chest. Only one hand stuck out, weakly tugging at You Huai's clothes like a cat.
That hand was thin and bony, as if it would snap with the slightest bend.
Yet somehow, it tugged a piece of You Huai's heart away with it.
Highlights:
1. Melodramatic story. The original idea was to try a hate-to-love story with sex. Not suited to fans of either character type, and even regular readers should consider whether they're comfortable with it before starting.
2. A short story with no logic. Everything serves the kink; the couple are both willing.
3. Next time, I'll definitely write something sweet QAQ I don't think I quite have a handle on this...
Theme: The moon hangs high, shining only on me
My Crush Can't Write a Thesis, So He Keeps Me as His Canary
After I Captured My Beautiful Senior Brother
The Beautiful Boss Shared by His Desperate Wife
The Holy Son Must Not Tempt the Villainous Demon King
The Beautiful Emperor Is Pregnant with the Regent's Child
The Aloof Top Student Is Coveting His Roommate with His Inner Thoughts!
My Ice-Cold Boss and I Share a Keyboard Sense
The Dumb Young Master Is Stuffed Full of Advanced Math Concepts
The Beta King Coveted by a Top Alpha
The Beautiful Little Idol Shared by the Boy Group
The Beautiful High Priest Shared by the Beastmen
Can't We Date If We Don't Know Each Other?
To be honest, I have never had much trust in articles with low collections, but this article is indeed better than I expected. I found it from the tag, and I just wanted to read it casually without any expectations. What surprised me was that the main line of this article is also very sincere in its emotional expression, short and concise. I think the emotional expression of the protagonist is very good (even better than I read) Some of the more popular novels I have written are better, because I can see that the protagonists are in love with each other, and they are not blindly flirting with each other, nor are they blindly cheating. I don't know why many novels nowadays always like to write one person in a superior position and give away the other's feelings. It really scares me.) I like this article very much. Thank you to the author. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs 😚
It's also very delicious! I feel like I can't get enough of it! I wonder if my wife will consider dropping some short jokes!!!
Shockingly delicious!!!!
Sprinkle flowers, your wish will come true again, both of you will live well 🎆
I feel like I could just open this book and turn it into a series.