Name: Wild Rose
Author: Qing Wu

Synopsis

Upcoming novels Oasis and Ten Days of Fleeting Light, please add them to your reading lists!

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When they were young.

Jiang Tingmei went with her father to pray at a temple. The golden Buddha statue looked solemn and majestic. Kneeling on a cushion, she bowed her head, then lifted her fair face and peered through a gap beside the statue, where she caught sight of a young man.

Dressed in black, he stood beneath a peach tree, his dark eyes returning her gaze without a trace of emotion.

At that moment, he seemed to her as if he were standing in a snowy wasteland, cold and unfeeling.

Later, they went their separate ways, and fate played its tricks. Her father lost his faith in Buddha, fell on hard times, and died of illness, leaving her with a mountain of debt.

She had learned to hide her feelings well, working hard to make ends meet and living like an ordinary person. She also knew how to keep men at a distance.

But while fleeing debt collectors one day, she accidentally crashed into a man and, in her desperation, kissed him. Trembling slightly, she pretended to be calm.

Afterward, she ran away. She heard the man's haughty, aloof voice behind her: "Who are you?"

She lied to avoid him: "Sorry, sir, I'm hard of hearing."

It was around then that she heard about him in many places. He was the eldest son of the Ji family, adopted by someone outside the family as a child and raised at a temple, where he lived and ate with the monks. He had long since taken Buddhist vows and even said himself that he would never marry or have children, and would never enter the secular world.

She thought that was for the best. Neither of them would have to break their vows for the other.

But later, at the same temple where they first met, the Buddha looked down with solemn compassion. Snowflakes drifted down from the branches of the peach tree. In the snow stood a tall, slender man in a black suit.

He stood behind the Buddha and before her, handsome and quiet, his eyes cool and distant. A cinnabar mole beneath the corner of his eye gave him an air of restrained desire. He spoke softly: "I will get married one day."

Jiang Tingmei froze. The tip of her nose reddened and stung a little, but she smiled and replied, "Whoever she is, she'll be very lucky."

"If you're willing."

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'Whether deep devotion or fickle affection, I have only ever loved one person.

From now until the end of my life, the only name I want on the gravestone above my grave is yours.'

Mutual healing, both each other's first and only, devoted to each other

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P.S.

1. The male lead is solitary and misunderstood. The female lead has a psychological disorder. They heal each other. He takes the initiative early on, while she pursues him later.

2. It's not love at first sight. They met as children and vaguely remembered each other, but barely recognized each other when they reunited as adults.

3. A fairly slow burn.

Blurb for Oasis:

Handsome troublemaker who gets away with murder x gentle, resilient beauty

1.

Many years after high school, Jiang Jinglü saw her ex-boyfriend He Yuzhou at a class reunion.

He didn't look once at the place where she was sitting during the entire gathering.

Later, they played a game. When the dice landed on him, he chose truth.

Someone asked, "Brother Yu, have you ever truly loved anyone all these years?"

The man smiled faintly, his voice cool and indifferent. "No."

Jiang Jinglü's nose stung. She turned her head away, bitter at heart, gripping her glass so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Then she made an excuse and left. She'd forgotten her wallet, and by the time she returned, the gathering was over. Only two people remained in the dim light of the private room.

He Yuzhou had his back to her, one of his buddies' arms slung over his shoulder. He seemed drunk as he said with a sneer, "It's all in the past."

2.

Jiang Jinglü volunteered to report on an air force base, but twisted her ankle on the way there. By the time she arrived, it was swollen and hurt at the slightest touch.

Someone from the base came to take her to the infirmary to disinfect and bandage the injury. She sat on the hospital bed, but no doctor arrived. Instead, she heard a loud voice: "Reporting, sir!"

A moment later, he came in with gauze and alcohol, crouched in front of her, took off her shoe, and patiently and carefully treated her injury.

Jiang Jinglü looked at him. After a few seconds of silence, she couldn't help asking, "Wasn't it all in the past?"

"Didn't you come all this way to chase me?" He Yuzhou set down the alcohol and looked up with a lazy smile.

"Let's just say Miss Jiang still has feelings for me."

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'He once gave me strength and love. In the wilderness of my vast life, he was my one and only oasis.'

Fighter pilot x reporter

Blurb for Ten Days of Fleeting Light:

Si Huai first saw Jin Yan outside the airport. It was raining. The man walked by beneath a black umbrella, dressed in a bespoke black suit with a silver-white watch on his wrist, radiating a cool, otherworldly elegance.

She huddled in a little roadside shelter to avoid the rain, one sleeve soaked through, alone in an unfamiliar city.

She looked toward Jin Yan. A few seconds later, the man walked over.

He took off his expensive suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. His voice was gentle yet cool, husky as he reminded her, "It's cold. Don't catch a cold."

The second time they met was at their wedding.

Si Huai wore a pure white wedding dress, walking toward him with her father at her side. Her hand was placed in his.

The priest asked if she was willing to give her heart and the rest of her life to the man before her.

She looked up at him. He had handsome features and cool, distant eyes, with a small black mole below his eyelid. He seemed so cold and heartless.

Si Huai said yes.

Amid the music and applause, he drew her into his arms, tilted up her chin, and gently kissed her lips.

When the kiss ended, he spoke his second sentence to her:

"Thank you, Miss Si, for marrying me."

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'Knowing you for ten days, I fell for you for a lifetime.'

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Clear-headed and gentle x romantic idealist