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[Coming soon: Weighing the Galaxy. The blurb is at the end. If you're interested, please add it to your favorites~~]
Blurb:
Everyone says Xu Luojia married Fu Sinian for what he could offer.
For his striking, chiseled movie-star face and tall, well-built figure.
For being the eldest legitimate son of the Fu family, a prestigious clan with deep roots.
For his impending transition from Movie Emperor Fu to CEO Fu, with countless top-tier resources at his disposal, making him one of the entertainment industry's most powerful figures.
Only Xu Luojia knows the truth. Ever since he first saw Fu Sinian at seventeen, he'd been secretly in love with him for ten years.
He prepared a table full of dishes for their wedding anniversary, only for them all to end up in the trash.
Fu Sinian was photographed with different people so often that Xu Luojia could see him trending every few days.
When Luojia damaged his vocal cords, he begged Fu Sinian to accompany him to the hospital for surgery. But Fu Sinian was nowhere to be seen, and when Luojia woke, the room was cold and empty.
In the end, someone told him... Fu Sinian had been lying about their marriage from beginning to end.
Xu Luojia alone had mistaken false affection for the real thing.
Xu Luojia finally came to his senses and took off the wedding ring he'd treasured like a precious gem.
He left Fu Sinian a divorce agreement and said, "Let's separate."
Fu Sinian was cold and heartless, a man who'd always treated life as a game.
His wedding ring was nothing but an accessory to him.
Not like Xu Luojia, for whom the ring seemed welded to his finger.
Whenever he appeared on a show or gave an interview, he refused to take it off for even a second, no matter what he was wearing.
But one day, Fu Sinian happened to look at Xu Luojia's finger.
All that remained was a faint mark.
Fu Sinian's pupils contracted. His gaze turned sharp. "Where's your ring?"
Xu Luojia replied calmly, "I took it off."
Fu Sinian thought he was just throwing a tantrum.
But even on their later divorce reality show, Xu Luojia remained gentle toward him, while his eyes had become completely indifferent.
During an overseas promotional tour, Fu Sinian had an accident. Before surgery, he called Luojia again and again, but no one answered.
That day, a heavy snow was falling.
At the risk of aggravating his infected wound, Fu Sinian waited outside Xu Luojia's door.
Usually dignified and aloof, he was now filled with bitterness, his voice cold.
"You don't love me anymore, do you?"
Xu Luojia held a black umbrella and brushed the snow off Fu Sinian's shoulders. He didn't answer.
He only smiled gently. "Go back. Be careful on the way."
Only then did Fu Sinian realize that Xu Luojia hadn't been throwing a tantrum. He had truly... lost the person who once had eyes only for him.
[Coming soon: Weighing the Galaxy]
A naturally cold, detached, sharp-tongued genius scientist who only acts spoiled around the young master, the gong, X a pale, gentle, frail, introverted, and insecure human-shaped doll, the shou.
A fortune-teller once read Chen Yu's birth chart: a life full of hardship, little good fortune, an unhappy end, and a lifetime of misery.
To change his fate, his parents insisted that Chen Yu grow his hair long and raised him as a girl.
But being raised as a girl didn't spare him from hardship.
His parents died in an accident, and he was left with his grandmother. They drifted from place to place, and he became everyone's punching bag.
Anyone could grab his long hair, kick him in the chest, and shout, "Sissy!"
Only one person treated him well.
The young master, Li Futang.
His jet-black hair fell around him, making him look cold, brooding, and handsome. Sometimes he'd glance at people with an air of arrogance.
He was also said to be a genius in astrophysics.
The young master would toss all his ointment at him with a cold expression, then turn away and say that the scars on his body were too ugly, so he should hurry up and get rid of them.
He'd look disgusted and call Chen Yu vulgar for knowing nothing but how to say the stars were pretty, then teach him the principles behind weighing the Milky Way.
He'd even shield Chen Yu from a punch, then say in his sharp, casual way, "Even a dog has a master."
Chen Yu thought that his fate had really changed because of that long hair.
Even mud could bloom with flowers.
But why had everything changed overnight?
His only family, his grandmother, had died, and the young master he'd thought was kind had abandoned him too.
The day the young master left, Chen Yu cried out, "Li Futang, come back! Don't leave me behind!"
All he got in return was the taillight of a car fading into the distance.
After that, there was no news.
He also learned that the young master had only been kind to him because he reminded him of Xiaobai.
Xiaobai was the pet dog the young master had once owned.
Chen Yu was once again the Chen Yu who was adrift, like duckweed on the water, drifting and falling wherever the wind took him.
Years later, after he'd spent a long time laying his plans, Li Futang and Chen Yu met again after years apart.
Just as Li Futang was preparing to engineer a chance reunion and get them back together...
Chen Yu turned pale and coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Shaking his head, he said, "Young Master, you've come back too late. I'm sick."
There were too many things they no longer had time for.
Li Futang's heart suddenly pounded. He'd seen that birth-chart reading too.
Chen Yu: a life of little fortune and longevity, half a lifetime of misery. The prediction had come true.
After falling deeply in love, he now faced the prospect of losing Chen Yu to death.
From then on, in Li Futang's eyes, the stars across the sky were all will-o'-the-wisps by a lonely grave.
Theme: Creating a peaceful entertainment industry and improving people's quality of life
