Master Pei and Young Wei

Abandoned work! Read with caution!! I'll practice more and then rewrite the stirring story of Master and Young Lang! ◇ The supremely cool and pure Master Pei × the upright and righteous Young Lang Wei ◇ A woman disguised as a man / semi-raising-up / six-year age gap / two strong leads / ancient fantasy / sweet romance When Pei Yu spoke of Wei Xiaolang, who came from the lowborn Xilin Lane, the thing she said most often was: “She is a child I watched grow up, and the student I am proudest of.” But Wei Xuanyi didn't see it that way. At some point, her master became the cold moon by her window, a cinnabar mark in her heart. She hadn't understood before. Later, she did. All these years, she had fought her way through every obstacle and worked desperately to grow, all so that when the moment came, she could shout before everyone's eyes: “Pei Yu is my woman!” Love like a blazing fire, burning without restraint. She would act tough for her, stand up for her, and for her... never give up, no matter how many setbacks she faced. . My ongoing sweet historical romance: [The Shen Miss's Guide to Winning Her Heart] ◎ The often reckless Young General Chi × the scheming, sickly beauty ◎ Close proximity / destined match / childhood sweethearts / romance and marriage / sweet romance The Shen and Chi families were both military households, separated by only a single wall. General Chi whipped his son as a lesson, each lash cutting through the air with a crack. Next door, Miss Shen sat beneath a peach tree, sunning herself, and heard every strike. She felt both sorry for him and envious. Miss Shen had been frail and sickly since childhood and couldn't practice martial arts. She envied most of all the Young General Chi next door, who could run and jump about all day and would climb onto the roof if nobody stopped him. Young General Chi was full of energy and youthful spirit. What she couldn't stand was Shen Qinghe's gentle, smiling gaze whenever she looked her way. Her clear eyes were like water, shimmering with light. One look from the pretty girl made Chi's throat feel as if someone had poured fiery liquor down it, leaving a lingering warmth that surged without end. When Qinghe was sixteen, a matchmaker came to the Shen family to arrange a marriage for her. Qinghe didn't want to discuss a match, so she coaxed the young general into taking her away. The two of them traveled through mountains and rivers, carefree and happy. One night, Qinghe came down with a high fever. Chi Heng carried her on her back, running until sweat poured down her face, and begged her not to fall asleep. Qinghe, feverish and hazy, lay limply against her slender, slight shoulders. Her voice hoarse, she teased Chi Heng half-jokingly: “Promise you'll marry me when we grow up, and I won't fall asleep.” Not wanting to upset her while she was sick, Chi Heng nodded vigorously. “I'll marry you, I'll marry you! As long as Wanwan is all right, I'd do more than marry you. I'd even have children with you!” . ▲ For more completed novels, visit my author page √ . Theme: Keep your dreams and passions alive, stay positive, and charge forward.