Blurb:
Sang Yu had never attracted much attention in her life. When she was five, her stepmother took her along to buy groceries and left her behind at the market. Sang Yu waited until dark, but her stepmother never came back.
Every year, the teachers in the academic affairs office printed the class rosters, and somehow her name was left off for no reason.
During group discussions, her classmates chattered away, all sharing their opinions. They only remembered she hadn't spoken after they had settled everything.
In her senior year of high school, the school organized an oral exam at a designated location. A problem with her equipment meant she had to stay behind and retake it. When she came out, she watched the bus disappear into the distance and broke down. "I'm still here!"
Jiang Jing was passing by. He told the driver to stop and gave her a ride back to school.
During their four years at university, she and Jiang Jing were secretly together.
After graduation, Sang Yu's father planned to arrange a marriage alliance with the prestigious Jiang family. Her stepmother insisted that her own daughter should marry into the family. Sang Yu, who had always yielded to others and never fought for anything, finally spoke up. She said she wanted to marry Jiang Jing too.
In the end, her father still decided to send her younger sister instead.
With her heart aching, Sang Yu told Jiang Jing they should break up.
Jiang Jing said nothing. He held her and took a nap with her.
When she woke up, Jiang Jing was nowhere to be seen. Sang Yu felt bereft, an empty ache settling in her heart.
She walked out of the room in a daze. Hearing movement upstairs, Jiang Jing set down the apple he had only half peeled, put away the sharp fruit knife, and opened his arms to her. "I'm right here. Come have a hug."
Sang Yu's eyes reddened, and she pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Could you please not leave?"
Jiang Jing smiled tenderly. "It's already afternoon. Still not awake? I'm right here."
Blurb for Rainy Night, Spring Flood:
Fatherly financial tycoon × catlike, coquettish little nurse
[1]
Zhu Manyue grew up spoiled and wanted for nothing. She did whatever she pleased, took her doting family for granted, and developed a stubborn, self-indulgent temper.
Years ago, she had donated her rare panda blood to Xiao Zongyan and saved his life, becoming his fated "little fiancée."
But Xiao Zongyan had an endless list of ridiculous rules, so from then on Zhu Manyue added one thing to her daily schedule: getting on Xiao Zongyan's nerves.
On the day they got engaged, she gave Xiao Zongyan a bottle of blood pressure medication. He casually put it away in a drawer.
On the eve of their wedding, while moving into their new home, he happened upon some old belongings. He saw the bottle of blood pressure medication and thought it must have expired long ago, so he tossed it in the trash.
As soon as he had thrown it away, something felt off. He picked it up and unscrewed the cap.
Sure enough, the bottle held nothing resembling blood pressure medication. It was full of brightly colored rainbow candies, along with a little note folded up inside.
He unfolded it. In her crooked, childish handwriting, it read: "Life is too bitter, so I'm treating President Xiao to some candy."
[2]
Xiao Zongyan was extremely disciplined, kept a regular schedule, stayed focused on his work, and had severe germophobia.
When Zhu Manyue moved into his home, he laid down three rules for her:
First, she had to be home by ten.
Second, once she returned, she could only stay in her own room.
Third, she wasn't allowed to touch any of his things until she'd showered.
Within a week, all these rules had been broken. For the first time in his life, he did three things:
Went to a bar at one in the morning to fetch her.
Shut himself in his study.
Showered before holding her.
Theme: Rather than long to be loved, find yourself first. What you want for yourself is the best choice. Never let outsiders see your suffering and vulnerability, or sooner or later they will turn them into weapons to hurt you.
I seriously doubt that I let her see it on purpose! (Although there is a high probability that it is not the case, I have seen too many subconscious thoughts of the scheming male protagonist)
Why do I feel that the writing is a bit unrestrained? (Pause face) Sometimes we get together and sometimes we break up. It's inexplicable.
Why do I feel that the more I write, the more I fall apart?
I laughed so hard, I came here specifically to see this part
Is the heroine okay? Don't you like the hero very much, because you can give him to your sister?
Flowers are sent to you. Flowers are sent to you. Flowers are sent to you.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Flowers are sent to you. Flowers are sent to you. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good.
I seriously doubt that I let her see it on purpose! (Although there is a high probability that it is not the case, I have seen too many subconscious thoughts of the scheming male protagonist)
Why do I feel that the writing is a bit unrestrained? (Pause face) Sometimes we get together and sometimes we break up. It's inexplicable.
Why do I feel that the more I write, the more I fall apart?
I laughed so hard, I came here specifically to see this part
Is the heroine okay? Don't you like the hero very much, because you can give him to your sister?
Flowers are sent to you. Flowers are sent to you. Flowers are sent to you.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming. Flowers are coming.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Flowers are sent to you. Flowers are sent to you. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good. It looks good.