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Blurb:
The first time Gu Jinmang met Liang Xiaoman, he was seven. He had just escaped a hellish nightmare and was full of hatred for strangers. Right in front of Xiaoman, he let out a beastly roar and swept the dishes and chopsticks off the table in a fit of rage.
The second time Gu Jinmang met Liang Xiaoman was the next day. He realized the other boy was a poor little cripple, walking with one shoulder higher than the other. He spoke timidly, shyly pulled the candy from his pocket and the handmade drawing from behind his back, then tilted his head and asked, "Xiaomang, would you like some candy?"
The third time Gu Jinmang met Liang Xiaoman, the other boy slowly walked into his room and quietly drew beside him. Sunlight from the window fell on his long eyelashes. When he finished each picture, he would softly say, "Xiaomang, this is for you."
As a child, Gu Jinmang tore up countless drawings Liang Xiaoman gave him. But throughout the rest of his life, he tried to make amends: with the sincere yet awkward attachment of a child, the impulsive and passionate love of a boy, a plea so humble it was almost humiliating, and an infatuation that had gone cold as ash, only to flare back to life.
"Liang Xiaoman, I, Gu Jinmang, will love you forever, until death do us part."
※ The leads are not related by blood.
※ Completed novels in my collection: After the Scorned One's Heart Dies, Rebellious Disciple, Immortal Lord.
※ Subscription novels in my collection: Reunited with My Ex After Death, After the Beauty Fell for Someone Else, My Ex Became My Neighbor, Soft Dream.
Coming soon: No Looking Back
Qin Fang is Yun City's most famous eligible bachelor. He is exceptionally handsome, though a bit of a playboy. The beauties he has doted on are as numerous as fish crossing a river. Recently, he took up with a college student who can dance. The young man has a great figure and a beautiful face, but he's so shy that even a few teasing remarks make him blush.
Everyone knows Qin Fang never focuses on anyone for more than three months. Once he gets what he wants, he loses interest. But this time, he stayed with the young man for years, eagerly getting him opportunities and performances.
A friend could tell something was off and asked him, "You wouldn't actually have serious feelings for Lin Wu, would you?"
"We're out to have fun. Why are you talking about commitment?" Qin Fang took a deep drag of his cigar. His thin lips slowly exhaled a smoke ring. He flicked off the ash, his manner arrogant. "He's just a pet."
Standing at the doorway, Lin Wu finally understood what had been wrong all these years. So that's what it was. That very night, he blocked Qin Fang and flew abroad alone.
Years later, the shy, fragile ugly duckling had gradually transformed into a beautiful swan. He flew out of Yun City, beyond Qin Fang's reach. No matter how desperately Qin Fang clung to him, his resolve never wavered.
In the steady drizzle, a tall man blocked his way and shamelessly begged to make up. The person he stopped lifted his phoenix eyes, rims red. "Qin Fang, I'm a person, not a bird you keep in a cage."
"Please get lost."
Coming soon: Bringer of Misfortune
I'm a bringer of misfortune. The year I turned eighteen, my father and elder brother died in battle, and my mother died of grief. I was the only one who survived. The emperor pitied me for being utterly alone and betrothed me to Prince Sheng, a man once celebrated for his military achievements who later went mad. One by one, the servants around me met with accidents. I had no choice but to believe I was a bringer of misfortune, destroying everything around me.
But on the eve of my wedding, I dreamed I was living inside a book. I was a major calamity for Prince Sheng, the story's greatest villain. My fate ruined many of his plans, and when his crimes were exposed in the end, he dragged only me down with him to die.
I still remember his bloodshot, crazed eyes as he squeezed my throat before he died and laughed. "Fate has played its hand. If neither of us is tolerated by the heavens, then come with me."
We leapt from a cliff together and were smashed to pieces.
But why should I die? Why should he die?
This world is rotten. If the heavens won't give us a way to live, then I'll carve one out with him.
Theme: Don't chase the light. Become the light.
