Murmurs

With only three months left until the college entrance exam, Shen Zhixing confessed his feelings to Chu Nannan.

Chu Nannan wore an ill-fitting school uniform, while the cufflinks on Shen Zhixing's shirt cost as much as her living expenses for three years.

One was like a cloud in the sky, the other as lowly as mud beneath their feet.

Chu Nannan took one step back, and Shen Zhixing took ten forward, slowly winning her heart.

On the eve of the exam, Chu Nannan held a lucky star, hoping to give it to Shen Zhixing as a good-luck charm. Then she heard Shen Zhixing say coolly to someone, "It took me three months to win Chu Nannan. I won the bet."

The lucky star slipped from her hand, fell into the dirt, and returned to the place where it belonged.

Eight years later.

Shen Zhixing met Nan Qing, now a rising star in business circles.

She was beautiful, elegant, and clever.

Shen Zhixing pursued Nan Qing relentlessly. She made a bet with him, claiming he wouldn't win her over in three months.

Shen Zhixing didn't believe her.

Three months later, he succeeded.

But Nan Qing stepped over the roses he'd laid out for her and smiled gently. "You did win Chu Nannan in three months. You won the bet."

On a rainy night, Shen Zhixing walked down an empty street. The ring slipped from his hand and fell into the dirt, just like that lucky star all those years ago.

*Beautiful, brilliant, tragic poor girl x refined scoundrel of a wealthy young master

*The heartbreak is always at the ready

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*Reading guide: Happy ending / The male lead repays his debt in full eight years later as he tries to win her back / A story of a woman's growth and independence

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Shen Ziyu was dazzling and captivating. With every frown and smile, she made the men of Yan City want to tear out their hearts for her.

Fu Zhou was brought home from the slums by his biological father at the age of seventeen.

One was the heiress, the other an illegitimate son.

To Fu Zhou, Shen Ziyu was a moon beyond his reach, high above him.

But the moon didn't want to marry the sun. Instead, she set her eyes on the mud beneath her feet.

The day before her wedding, Shen Ziyu knocked on Fu Zhou's door. "I don't want to marry him. Take me away."

Fu Zhou let Shen Ziyu stay, then turned around and called her father.

As the others forced her into a car, Shen Ziyu's eyes filled with tears. She bit Fu Zhou's hand hard enough to leave a mark.

"I hate you."

Three years later, Fu Zhou returned to the country and inherited the company. When he went looking for Shen Ziyu again, he discovered that the Shen family had gone bankrupt and the once-privileged heiress had ended up in the slums.

"Well, if it isn't the young master of the Fu family?" Shen Ziyu, once innocent and sheltered, now held a cigarette between her lips. Her smile was dazzling and worldly. "I'm not good enough for you anymore."

Fu Zhou realized his moon had fallen to earth, shattered, and been covered in dust.

He wanted to piece the moon back together and send it into the sky again, but even picking up the fragments made his heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife.

Theme: Choosing love does not mean giving up on yourself.