I loved my dead husband for thirteen years, and when I found out he wasn't dead, I began to hate him.
It's a stomach-churning piece of literature where the main characters are sick and can't be cured. It should be a short story of about 100,000 words and will be completed soon. Pure romance, no career line. First person, pay attention to lightning protection.
Purpose: Mr. Ye's love for dragons is not advisable