Bewitched by Opal

Thanks to Lian Yan for drawing the hand-painted cover for this story. I'm so excited~

Lian Yan's stories are really good.

A Cinderella-meets-Prince-Charming story. On hiatus for now.

My new historical romance project: palace intrigue and handsome men.

On one side is my secret identity as a jewel thief; on the other is my disguise as an ordinary office worker. Opals are captivating because their colors never stop changing.

When I'm living an ordinary life as an office worker, looking at my reflection in the bright glass walls of skyscrapers during the nine-to-five grind, the secret I keep inside fills me with excitement and delight. It feels as if there's another me inside my body, a hidden soul reflected in the glass walls, a restless pulse wandering through the night. My black self and my white self keep trading places in the city of steel and concrete as the sun rises and sets. The feeling that with one turn, I'm no longer myself but someone else is utterly wonderful.

The age of censorship has arrived. Well, if anything in the story seems disjointed, don't wonder why: it was cut.

This story is extremely wish-fulfillment and completely divorced from reality. If that's not for you, don't read it.

I'm poor and know next to nothing about the lives of the rich, so there may be all kinds of plot holes. Please point them out and I'll fix them. Thank you!

Thanks to Shui Cao for sharing the Italian-French love duet Ti Amo, “I Love You.”

One day, while a friend was reading Meise, she suddenly said, “Why don't you write a story about jewelry?” I was taking courses in that field, so a rough outline quickly took shape in my mind: a female jewel thief and a mafia godfather. And so this story was born.

Thanks to Lian Yan for all the help she gave me while I was writing this!

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