[The Blood of Youth / The Legend of Qin] To Hell with That Lingering Regret

Today is the fourth day since I woke up inside the body of a man named Mo Ya.

I'm kind of ready to quit.

I've gone to ridiculous lengths to imitate him. I learned to leave a trail of crow feathers wherever I go, and I copied the strange patterns he draws at the corners of his eyes. But having to challenge underage kids to see who can fly faster at the drop of a hat? Who could put up with that?

A sudden gust of wind swept by. Click. A roof tile shifted behind me.

A bad feeling shot through me.

Sure enough, the next moment, that persistent voice urged me from behind.

“Where'd you go? We agreed this morning to race to the Sparrow Pavilion.”

Race, my ass! Do I look like I can flap my wings? Go find whoever agreed to it!

Today is the fourth day Mo Ya and I have shared a body.

I've decided to quit.

How do I put this...

Just kill me! This isn't how it works! Let me out!

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Later, I really did get out. But I'm only human, and I couldn't help falling for him.

Unfortunately, he didn't feel the same way.

But no matter. I firmly believe that one day, sooner or later, this guy will treasure me like a priceless jewel. Every word and expression of mine will sway his heart. When I leave, he'll be heartbroken, lose all hope, and be consumed by misery.

I'll wait for him to realize what he's been missing.

This novel is also known as: “Realize What You've Been Missing, My Ass. Wake Up and Stop Dreaming,” “When Will He Fall for Me?” “That Unforgettable Regret That Lasted for Years,” and “Someone's Got to Dig Up That Pit and Fill It In, Even If They Have to Level the Ground.”

Later on, Ji Yao died, on the very day he finally came to his senses.

I never thought that one day my words would come true.

Warnings:

1. Many original liberties. The male lead is set, 1v1, HE.

2. Not a serious drama, not a typical historical-style novel, and not historical fan fiction. The logic is a mess, the characters are OOC. It's just a silly story for fun, so don't nitpick.

3. Small-scale story, focused on tender romance.

Theme: What is longed for will one day be answered.