General Bai Fenghuang

On the ramparts of Jiayuguan, Bai Fenghuang gazed at the massed enemy troops in the distance and lost herself in thought for a moment.

The outcome of this battle was uncertain, and she reckoned she might never see him again in this life.

When they first met, he had said, "My family has been in business for generations. After offending a disciple of Chu Xian, the eunuch in charge of palace rites, I had no choice but to leave my home behind."

But now he was emperor, with three thousand women in his harem, while she was a general commanding tens of thousands of troops.

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Ongoing novels: "The Unconventional Path" and "You in the Sunlight II"

Completed draft of an ancient-style romance: "The Chronicle of Passion"

A preview of "Snow Longing to Fly":

The first time she met Cheng Yu, rain was pouring down. Clean-cut and decisive, he lent her his umbrella and told her she didn't have to return it.

Like an elf caught in the rain, he came crashing into her heart without warning.

After asking around, she found him. He was a new transfer student in Class Three.

The day she returned the umbrella, he grinned and snatched the spare red hair tie from her wrist. "What's your name?"

Her name was Han Feixue.

She was the top student in her grade, though her looks didn't live up to her name. That didn't stop her from falling in love with him.

On the day after the college entrance exams, she nervously confessed. He lowered his head and took her first kiss.

She thought she was already his girlfriend. Throughout her freshman year, she went to his school every weekend, come rain or shine.

Until one day, she forgot her umbrella and went back to get it, only to hear him chatting with a friend who had come to visit.

His friend teased him: He was about to go abroad, so why was he stringing along that plain-looking girl, Hei Feixue? Did he have some other motive? Maybe the top scorer's allure was just too much to resist?

With the air of someone looking down from above, he said, "So what if she's the top scorer? She's ordinary-looking and boring. It's already generous of me to let her hang out with us. Does she really expect me to marry her someday?"

The fine spring rain grew heavier, slicing her heart to pieces like countless knives.

She fell seriously ill.

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It wasn't until Han Feixue had been gone for half a year that Cheng Yu realized she really didn't want him anymore.

He chased her overseas, clutching the red hair tie and demanding to know why she'd left without a word.

She raised her eyes lazily and gave him a single reply: "Get lost."

Cheng Yu, get out of my world.

She would never forgive him, not even on her deathbed.

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