I Saw the Roses

Blurb The media in Pingcheng are abuzz: the playboy heir to the Liang family and the spoiled, headstrong eldest daughter of the Ming family are engaged! Pictures don’t lie. In the photos, the Liang heir is impeccably dressed in a suit, his expression careless and roguish. Miss Ming has her arm linked through his, her dark hair and red lips striking, her manner demure and alluring. They look like a couple deeply in love. Their friends just laugh it off. The two of them have been squabbling since childhood, and their mutual disdain practically leaps off the screen. Even if they got married, they’d each do their own thing. Then, not long afterward, their friends barge into Liang Xian’s apartment. Liang Xian stands in the doorway, casually draped in a robe, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, his expression cold and impatient. Before his friends can say a word, they see a pair of fair, delicate hands reach around him from behind and clasp his waist. The spoiled young lady, eyes closed, rubs her cheek against his arm. Her soft voice is hazy with sleep. “Who is it?” Liang Xian reaches up to stroke her hair, his tone casual yet gentle. “They’ve got the wrong door. Go back to sleep.” Their friends: “???” Irreverent rich heir x fair, beautiful little peacock I first saw the rose perched above the thorns. Marriage before love / They grow to love each other / Public bickering, private flirting Blurb dated 19/08/24. [Please don’t accuse me of copying. There are plenty of formulaic blurbs about two people who seem not to know each other, only for someone to open the door and find them together. Please also value your reputation and don’t copy an entire sentence word for word.] [Blurb for “Watching the Moonlight Through Your Window”] Blurb: As a writer who struggles with romance, Liang Jingmo is often criticized by her readers for writing stories they can’t relate to. No one knows that she once published a novel about unrequited love under a secret identity. Its profound, delicate prose struck a chord with countless readers. One day, Liang Jingmo accidentally logged into the wrong account and exposed her secret identity, causing a huge stir. Readers flocked to ask her, “Author, who exactly is ‘Winter’ in the book?” Several times, she nearly replied: He’s the son of my grandmother’s friend, and my uncle in name only. * The first time Liang Jingmo met Yan Hanchi, she was sixteen. The man wore a black windbreaker and had a pair of cool, captivating eyes. Yet his whole bearing was carefree and rebellious. Her elders told her to keep her distance from him, lest he lead her astray. Liang Jingmo could only think that the thought crossing her mind in that moment was already bad enough. Later, one day, Yan Hanchi happened to see her book. On a silent afternoon, the man leaned against the windowsill, turning one page after another. When he finished, he showed no particular reaction. He simply handed the book back and asked, “Why didn’t the two of them end up together?” Liang Jingmo felt relieved, yet inexplicably heartsick. “...He’s such a wonderful hero. I was afraid of sullying him.” Yan Hanchi put a cigarette between his lips. He caught her transparently evasive look and smiled. “Don’t be afraid.” Easygoing, gentle race car driver x cool, headstrong young woman Seven-year age gap / Unrequited love becomes mutual / Quiet, slow-burn romance One day, after they get together: “Liang Jingmo.” “Hmm?” The man tossed her a book, his voice lazy. “Go change the ending.” “...” He told her there were no fairy tales in the world, then made one for her with his own hands. · One-on-one romance, both leads have no prior sexual experience, happy ending. · The title is taken from Eileen Chang’s Love in a Fallen City. · Blurb dated 21/03/11. P.S. Some information about rally racing in the story comes from research, while some has been made up. In real life, please refer to accurate sources and drive safely. Theme: You are precious