Physical wounds can be healed,
whether with alcohol and stitches
or a few drops of dittany.
But what about the wounds inside?
Pretending nothing is wrong lets them rot slowly.
The lightest touch makes the pain reach your bones.
This honest soul couldn't find anything to read, so I got fed up and started digging my own pit.
A story about a transmigrated Muggle surgeon, Lin Frank (Linn Frank), x Remus Lupin.
I just love fluffy Remus. Come at me.
Transmigrators changing history is such a tired trope.
Don't ask me why I'm still writing it.
The male and female leads both have obvious character flaws, and the writing probably won't be very sweet either. Reader beware.
No Mary Sue, no all-powerful characters. I'll try (and probably succeed) to keep them in character.
Slow-burn romance (oh no, so many flaws).
I promise I won't abandon this, but updates may be irregular (real life can get busy).
It's a little story about healing each other. I hope you'll bookmark and comment lots (even if you're just cursing me out).
This is my first time publishing, but not my first time writing.
I hope you like it. Sending you a little heart.
Dad, don't just be happy, take a look at Jinjiang
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