The Gale Kisses the Rose

[My next story will be Green Mango] Please add it to your favorites, dear readers! Just visit my author page. The blurb is below ^_^

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In their first year of high school, she gave him a “gift” and then disappeared without a trace.

He could never forget her for the rest of his life. He went mad and had her initials tattooed over the bloody wound on his shoulder blade, locking her name forever inside an inverted pentagram.

An inverted pentagram: the spirit turned downward, the demon Satan.

Eight years later, on a snowy night.

The door of a black pickup truck opened slowly. The heavy metal door struck the body with a dull thud that rang across the desolate, snowy night.

Black Martin boots crunched across the thick snow.

Jiang Mianzhu stood with her hands in her pockets and lifted her eyes slightly. The man in black in front of her was cold and grim, his handsome, aloof face utterly expressionless.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a smile curling at the corners of her lips.

Xu Xiao walked over. Looking down at her, he took off his black leather gloves, grabbed her chin, and growled, “Don't provoke me.”

Jiang Mianzhu's lips were chapped. She licked them, tasting a faint metallic sweetness, and smiled. “All right.”

The next second, he pinned her by the neck, showering her with soft, close-set kisses.

And all the while, the wind and snow continued to sweep across the world.

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Lend me a beam of light, so I can see the beauty of this world.

To me, you are the light, and the light is you. You are the beauty of this world.

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They save each other.

There is a mystery-solving plot.

The heroine is not a painter at first.

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Cold, obsessive singer × free-spirited, down-and-out painter

Blurb for Green Mango: In her first year of high school, Chen Qingmang had just transferred from another city to Baicheng No. 1 High School.

The first person she accidentally noticed in her new class was the boy in the back row, asleep with his head on his desk.

The boy ran long fingers through his black hair and looked up sleepily. Seeing the well-behaved girl on the platform, he curled his lips into a roguish smile.

He was cold to everyone, but loved picking on and teasing her.

Chen Qingmang clenched her little fists, gritted her teeth, and put up with it. She did his homework, brought him breakfast, and even washed his school uniform jacket.

When she went home to see her grandmother, the old woman asked with a smile, “Has our little Qingmang made a friend?”

Chen Qingmang ground a pebble beneath her foot and gritted out each word: “He's a jerk.”

Later, after Yu Qin teased her into eating mango and triggered her allergy, she couldn't take it anymore.

She asked the teacher to change her seat, stopped talking to him, ran whenever she saw him, and avoided him as if he were a virus, afraid to get even a little close.

Later still, Yu Qin stood in front of her seat, holding an enormous mango, under the gaze of the entire class. She stared in astonishment at the boy, dark circles under his eyes, as he ate the whole mango without changing expression.

With everyone watching, he reached out a long, pale finger and wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth. His lips curled in a handsome smile, and he spoke in a roguish, almost pleading tone: “Just talk to me, and I'll give you my life, okay?”

Brother Qin's reputation was ruined just like that.

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I won't ever force you to eat mango again. Just don't be allergic to me, okay?

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Cicadas sing among the trees, everything lush and green. In this hot, gentle summer, I like you.

You are the one thing I long for but can't hope to have.

A handsome, roguish troublemaker pretending to be a bad student × a sweet, well-behaved little top student

Theme: Love life