You're Not the Only One Who's Fickle

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Blurb

[Crush Becomes Love x Mutual Devotion // Gentle and Slow x Bad-Boy Charm]

When they were young, Chen Ji was handsome, sunny, and well-mannered. He had won plenty of championships and was a quick learner, a favored star who stood out in a crowd. Countless girls had fallen for him.

One day, as she passed the basketball court, a gust of wind brushed her ear, and a basketball knocked the glasses from the bridge of her nose.

With sweat beading on his forehead, the boy crossed nearly the entire court and came into view, his voice bright as sunlight: "Hey, are you all right?"

Chen Ji was anything but quiet. He was bold and unrestrained, nothing like his name suggested.

Throughout Lu Shiyu's high school years, and indeed her entire youth, he was a dazzling presence, brimming with youthful spirit.

But an unrequited love is one person's private chaos. Her grand, secret love was hers alone, and in the end, it faded away with the golden-orange glow of the summer sunset.

[I don't look at the moon, and I don't say I miss you. That way, both the moon and you remain in the dark.]

*

Much later, while tidying up his girlfriend's things at home, Chen Ji unexpectedly came across a thick journal. It was the one he'd once given her on a whim as a thank-you gift.

Every page was filled with the girl's bittersweet delight, holding countless moments of tender excitement. There were also many photographs and notes, some he had seen before and some he hadn't.

And every one of them had something to do with him.

*

[You don't look at the moon or say you miss me, but one day, both the moon and I will belong to you.]

There is no intimate behavior between the leads before they are adults!!!

Feel free to come or go; no need to tell me.

[I don't look at the moon...] is from the internet. [You don't look at the moon...] is adapted from the first line.

Slow burn / quiet everyday life / half school, half city life / one-on-one romance + sc / happy ending

Blurb revised on 2022.6.25

"Hear Your Heartbeat"

★ Scheming and direct x A little dog-like girl who bites

★ Fake stepsiblings / Reunited after a breakup / A self-indulgent story

On the night a typhoon arrived, they took shelter from the rain in the same restaurant.

Their friend seized the chance to bring them together, but before a word could be said, Tan Lichuan handed over a towel. "Long time no see, Zhaozhao."

Their friend was completely baffled. "You two know each other?"

Yet Ye Shuyin didn't even look at him. She gazed at the tree outside, snapped at the waist by the gale. Raindrops slid from her forehead to her temples. Her red lips parted, her tone flat, as though answering against her will. "Mm. He's my younger brother."

His grip tightened abruptly around the towel, veins standing out. He looked at Ye Shuyin, his eyes pitch-black, reflecting the stormy night on the island.

*

After several rounds of drinks, Tan Lichuan blocked her path as she tried to leave.

She looked up at him, her gaze calm and unreadable. "Little brother, excuse me."

He moved closer, and she stepped back again and again. His warm fingertips traced the path of the raindrops, brushing her temple. He pinned her against the door, and the tightly shut door kept every startled gaze outside.

Tan Lichuan's gaze darkened. He didn't mind taking her through those memories in detail.

Back in those wild, blissful days, she hadn't called him that when she kissed him.

*

Many people said Ye Shuyin had a heart of steel, was ruthless in her dealings, and never let a slight go unanswered. Even her own mother thought so, saying she could drive her family into a corner and was nothing but a cold-blooded animal.

After hearing those words throughout her twenties, even Ye Shuyin came to believe that her heart could never be warmed, that even its beating was hard to feel.

But late at night, lying on her side in bed, her whole body sticky as she caught her breath,

the man behind her would draw her close by the waist and place his hand over her heart again and again, his burning breath warming her earlobe. "Zhaozhao, listen."

Beneath his broad palm, her heart was beating wildly.

-

[Listen. This is the heartbeat I was born to give you.]

"Lure the Moon"

★ Classical dance goddess x Heir to the craft of making classical dance costumes

★ False tenderness x True scheming / A battle of wills between a mature man and woman

★ The male lead has had a secret crush for years, and finally gets his wish

Zhong Jingyue was widely recognized in their circle as a goddess of classical dance. She had won countless awards, her figure graceful in motion, her waist slender and supple. Every frown, smile, gesture, and movement carried the poised, stately beauty of classical elegance.

No one could imagine who might win the heart of this aloof beauty. Then Zhou Mingye, the notorious playboy of the Zhou family, declared, "She's my girlfriend."

*

At the Zhou family's gathering that day, when Zhong Jingyue arrived, Zhou Mingye was standing with his back to her, talking to his distant great-uncle, Wen Zhiyao.

When he saw her arrive, Wen Zhiyao made no move to stop the conversation. His dark eyes casually passed over her pretty face.

Then Zhong Jingyue heard Zhou Mingye say to Wen Zhiyao, "Isn't chasing an untouchable beauty more interesting than chasing an ordinary one?"

It was the final blow, cutting deep to the bone. Zhong Jingyue looked up and met Wen Zhiyao's inscrutable gaze.

She said nothing. Knowing when to cut her losses, she left without hesitation.

Right after her, Wen Zhiyao stood up as well.

*

The Wen family was a distinguished clan with a history spanning a century. The craft of making classical dance costumes had been passed down through generations, and the family had always believed in treating others sincerely and being honest and aboveboard.

Wen Zhiyao had never broken that principle.

Until the day of the Zhou family gathering.

Theme: The moon and I will both belong to you.