My Secret Identity Was Exposed in My Online Romance

A sweet online romance Yi Cai and Su Hui are the server's model couple. They've been together longer than anyone else, and both are very faithful, never fooling around with anyone else or trying to cheat on each other. There's just one problem: they're far too dramatic. When they fight, the whole server watches. When they divorce, the whole server cheers. When they remarry, the whole server grabs popcorn. How deep can a relationship be when it's separated by a screen and virtual data? Yi Cai acts up and makes trouble all she wants, without fear. If she can't drive her husband to his grave, she'll torment him to death. Go on, crawl through the internet and bite me if you dare. After divorcing and remarrying, loving and fighting, and battling for three hundred rounds, Yi Cai finally came to her senses, steeled herself, uninstalled the game, cut off her feelings, and went outside to bask in the sun. She thought their relationship would end in heartbreak. But in the warm spring of March, when the grass was green and the trees were budding, Su Hui stood beneath a freshly sprouted willow and smiled at her. "I've finally been waiting for you." Happy ending -Next book- At sixteen, Gao Yuexing married His Highness the Prince of Xiang, the most sought-after man in the capital. From then on, Gao Yuexing's life seemed blessed with cheat codes. Everything went smoothly, and she enjoyed boundless favor, rising from a young lady of a distinguished family to a proper princess consort, then to the infinitely honored Crown Princess. The Prince of Xiang had no other woman by his side. A blazing fire, a garden in full bloom. But Gao Yuexing alone remained clear-eyed. The Prince of Xiang had kept a handkerchief embroidered with crabapple blossoms close to his chest for years, never once letting it leave his side. It was a woman's handkerchief, but it wasn't hers. After a sudden disaster, she was reborn in her childhood. Six-year-old Gao Yuexing, as lovely as a carved doll, gazed at the handkerchief in her sewing basket. The crabapple blossom was only half outlined, yet the stitches were exactly like those on the handkerchief the Prince of Xiang had secretly treasured for half his life. Closing her eyes, she sorted through her memories of the past. She vaguely remembered the time before the New Year when she was six, and clearly remembered the family banquet on her ninth birthday. But she had not the slightest memory of those three years between the ages of six and nine, as if someone had plucked them out of her mind. New novel update, Late, Late Love. Please add it to your preorders You say love that comes late is worth less than grass. I say your belated, dawning love is richer than wine aged for years. In his second year of high school, the rough-and-tumble underachiever Zhuang Yu somehow fell for Sun Shamiao, the well-behaved girl in his class. Luckily, Sun Shamiao didn't look down on him. She even sweetly enjoyed being close to him. Zhuang Yu swore he would spend his whole life cherishing his precious girl in the palm of his hand. In his third year of high school, the homeroom teacher made Sun Shamiao, whose grades were excellent, cry in the hallway, scolding her for neglecting her studies and hanging around with punks and hooligans all day. Zhuang Yu clenched his fists at the classroom's back door. That year, a popular lyric went: "There is a kind of love called letting go." Thinking himself gallant, Zhuang Yu let her go. Even as his precious girl cried her heart out, he didn't dare turn back. For many years afterward, Zhuang Yu was lonely in strange cities and schools. When he saw spring flowers in bloom, he thought of her. When he heard cicadas singing in midsummer, he remembered her. When he watched autumn leaves return to the roots, he missed her. When the first snow fell, he chose to rush back to the years they'd shared, no matter the cost. Theme: Be true to yourself, inside and out