Ten Years of Brocade Gray

At fifteen years old, she was the Cinderella who lost her glass slipper. Su Maomao, who grew up in a single-parent family, suffered a sudden death of her mother. She embarks on a journey to find her biological father. And young Jiang Chen, like a prince descending from the sky, sat next to her. He was her first awakening from ignorance, and she fell in love at first sight. A strange father, a gentle stepmother, and a beautiful non-biological sister. At home, his father doted on his unrelated stepdaughter Liang Luoqiu. On campus, Jiang Chen had already developed a tender affection for Liang Luoqiu. At the age of seventeen, Cinderella and Snow White met on a narrow road. A secret and cruel youth competition pushed each other to the cusp of destiny. On the eve of the college entrance examination, revenge, car accidents, old illnesses, and undercurrents converge into disasters, drowning the famine years. In the summer when she was most desperate and helpless, he disappeared without a trace. When they met again on the university campus, he used the most touching confession to repay her most sadistic crush. However, Jiang Chen's ambiguity and passion, Luo Qiu's troubles, and Su Maomao's sensitivity and suspicion make them always walk on the thorny ground of love. The catastrophe that summer was like a time bomb buried deep in the soil, detonated by Liang Luoqiu himself. And Su Maomao's psychological shadow finally pushed her love to the end. After ten years of youth and the pain of growing up, it is not decline and old age, but enlightenment and transformation. She is going to look for her mountains and rivers, and to be in love with each other for a long time. At the age of twenty-five, she was the mermaid who gained immortality. Published catalog Part One: The First Blooming of the Irises You walked straight past that snow-white dream, the sun turned cold, and it was so lonely on the street corner. Part 2: Midsummer's first appearance On a stage without an audience, my dance felt lonely. I walked towards myself in the mirror. It was time to take off my heavy makeup. Part 3: The flowers are as if they were separated from the branches You are a fictional plot and an irrefutable truth. Part Four: Suffocated by Love I got lost in the intricate story. Looking for an exit would be better than falling asleep. Postscript I am not the original author. The content is collected from the Internet. I do not take any responsibility. The copyright of the content belongs to the original author. Because it is not yet on the market, the full text is temporarily suspended. Please forgive me. The physical book will be available nationwide on July 26th. Please support the purchase of the physical book~