The Smiling Lover

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My new novel, The Years I Spent Summoning My Senior Brother's Soul, is currently serializing.

New novel blurb:

"Senior Brother, do you remember when we were children and Master told us to sleep in the same bed? You always held me from behind, afraid I might stumble and tumble over the edge."

"Senior Brother, do you remember when we went boating on the lotus pond as children? I was seven and you were eleven. We were innocent and inseparable."

"Senior Brother, do you remember how we studied the Way at Jade Emperor Palace? I dozed off, and you protected me from Master's punishment. Your junior brother is deeply grateful."

"Senior Brother, do you remember the first time we went down the mountain to seek enlightenment? That night in the Black Temple, you were afraid I would catch cold, so you took off your robe and laid it over me..."

"Senior Brother, do you remember how, when the demons came, you stood in front of me and took seventeen or eighteen knife wounds in my place... Senior Brother..."

Shen Ruwang hiccupped drunkenly, clutching a filthy jar and talking to the air.

He laughed and cried, as though somewhere in the unseen world, a ghost with seven drifting souls and three fading spirits could hear him.

Luohong Mountain had disbanded. The mountain gate had burned down, the Sutra Library had been destroyed, the Demon Venerable of Ten Thousand Ages had emerged from seclusion, the Ghost King of Fengdu had thrown the mortal realm into chaos, and the Great Xing Dynasty had changed hands.

But Shen Ruwang didn't care.

Every day, he drank himself senseless. Then, one day three years later, in a prince's mansion pavilion lit with red candles, he still babbled away. At times, he wore the bloodstained women's clothes his fellow disciples had left behind, acting out The Tale of Returning Souls, his senior brother's favorite play.

"The living may die, and the dead may live... But how could you ever remember..."

The halls and pavilions, once as calm as still water, rippled with change.

Suddenly, a voice picked up where he left off.

Wet hair brushed his neck, sending a chill through him.

"Junior Brother, your senior brother remembers it all."

"Good heavens, it's a ghost!"

Novel blurb:

Thanks to everyone who has come across this story! A passionate, righteous young police officer (bottom) × a mysterious magician with a silver tongue and a talent for wild schemes (top)!

After graduating from the police academy, Chen Nanhai turned over a new leaf, going from a street punk to a key member of the criminal investigation team.

The young officer's rough edges had been worn smooth, and he drifted through the ups and downs of the job. He had hoped to spend his whole life quietly at the police station, but a text from an unknown number shattered his peaceful routine with ease.

"Hello, I'm your informant, 5540. Are you the one who's going to connect me to someone?"

"What case is this, and what kind of connection are you talking about?"

"The red-string kind, naturally."

Chen Nanhai thought it was a joke, until Zhou You, a master magician of twenty-nine with a face as beautiful as a painting, showed up as promised. The ordinary young officer's resume gained a new line: "Once served as a personal bodyguard to a social celebrity, providing company at meals, drinks, and...!"

A chance encounter and a single thread of fate yanked the young officer straight into choppy waters full of hidden currents.

From the Bloody Mary rumor case spanning twenty years, to making people vanish, breathing fire, swallowing knives, and pulling white doves from hats, magic and strange occurrences intertwine. Among headless remains and the mysterious death of a university professor, which is illusion, and which is the truth?

A sweet crime-solving story featuring magic-themed criminal cases.

This novel is applying to end with an advance chapter release. A bonus sugary-sweet extra has been added at the end!

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