The Spirit Transit Station

[Please add my next book, Mingjiu, to your reading list! Blurb at the bottom~]

At the stroke of midnight, the Spirit Ferry Shop opens for business.

"Welcome." Si Nian, a young woman dressed in a black gown, personally welcomes every departed soul who enters the shop.

Her face is like the bright moon in the sky, and her voice like a trickling spring.

Her snow-white lips curve in a faint smile.

"What wish would you like me to grant?"

Every departed soul carries an obsession, and eventually finds its way through the mist to the Spirit Ferry Shop.

"I can grant every wish you have."

"What will it cost me?"

"Cost?" Si Nian smiles faintly. "There is no cost."

She is a spirit messenger who wanders between hell and the world of the living, and a sinner who committed a terrible crime over a hundred years ago.

She keeps watch over the Spirit Ferry Shop, waiting for the dead to arrive at midnight.

Heroine: A money-loving spirit ferryman who is all bark and soft-hearted, constantly reminding herself to maintain her gentle image

Hero: A proud, vain top scholar when he was alive, and a big white cat who loves to play but is terrible at it after death

My completed novel next door, Not Biased, may be just the thing for you, dear readers~

Mingjiu blurb

When Yan Jiu was young, she once liked someone.

The boy had exquisite features and a cool personality.

Yet when he occasionally looked at her, ripples would appear in his eyes.

Yan Jiu mistook those ripples for a sign of affection.

After much hesitation, she finally decided to confess.

But at dusk, beneath a dim streetlamp, she saw the boy gently wipe the sweat from a girl's forehead, a smile flickering in his eyes.

In that moment, Yan Jiu realized she had been imagining things. She slipped away into the darkness and buried her love deep in her heart.

-

Years later, at a class reunion, Ming Zeyu was still the center of attention, just as he had been in his youth, radiant and dazzling.

Yan Jiu, however, sat in the most inconspicuous corner, holding a drink.

After a few rounds of drinks, someone, bleary-eyed with drunkenness, brought up how Yan Jiu had once secretly loved Ming Zeyu.

Yan Jiu panicked and instinctively looked up to deny it, only to meet the man's deep, shadowy gaze.

"I know," Ming Zeyu said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on her. "I've been waiting for you to say it."

In the dim light, the man's eyes held back a profound, tender affection.

Yan Jiu froze, her heart suddenly pounding beyond her control.

-

It was a long time before Yan Jiu learned that Ming Zeyu had fallen for her first.

Theme: Be a good person and don't do bad things.