After the Bad Ending, His White Moonlight Left Him

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Coming soon: "Tender Bamboo" and "The General No Longer Needs His Body"

People only ever said that Sheng Hua, the young lady of the Grand Secretariat's family, was cursed with misfortune and a short life. When she was four, in the depths of winter, someone pushed her into a river. After she was rescued, she became sickly and bedridden, and everyone knew she would not live to come of age.

The Grand Secretary doted most on this granddaughter. When he heard that marrying a man to her might bring her good fortune and save her life, he decided to try.

After considering one candidate after another, Sheng Hua picked Lu Yansheng, the second son of Prince Kang's household, at first sight.

But the young man was proud and unyielding. He was unwilling to be kept at home to accompany a sickly girl, becoming a child bridegroom in all but name.

Back then, what Sheng Hua heard most often were the young man's resentful, aggrieved complaints.

"Sheng Hua, you've ruined my life!"

"Sheng Hua, because of you, I have to wait another year!"

"Sheng Hua, I really hate you..."

Hearing him, Sheng Hua merely gazed at him calmly and coughed. "I'm sorry. Please bear with it a little longer."

Spring turned to winter, and four years passed. In the end, Sheng Hua did not live to come of age. She closed her eyes and died, never seeing the young man's bloodshot eyes or his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Later, the young man became the most valiant general in the realm, rising to the first rank as Grand Marshal. He never married, and in his ancestral shrine stood a memorial tablet inscribed: "My wife, Sheng."

Who could have imagined that fate would play such a trick on him? After living a glorious life, he awoke in the body of his ten-year-old self.

It was the very year the Sheng family girl was to choose her husband.

His heart trembled as he gazed at Sheng Hua in her soft sedan chair, his eyes full of hope.

He waited for her to choose him.

But the girl did not even glance at him. Instead, she looked at the frail young scholar nearby, who was rather handsome, and asked, "Young Master Chu, would you be willing?"

He stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly as she chose someone else.

But he could not believe it. In this life, he only wanted to spend one more lifetime by her side.

He found every excuse to enter the Grand Secretary's residence, just to see her, but was turned away on the grounds that men and women should not be alone together. Unable to accept it, he blocked her path. Afraid of frightening her, he lowered his voice, his hand trembling. "Hua... Miss Sheng, I have feelings for you. Please don't choose him, all right?"

Sheng Hua stepped back. Her eyes were red beneath her veiled hat, and after a long pause she said, "This humble girl is too ill-fated to be worthy of you. You are destined for great things. May your future be bright and your deepest wishes come true."

She had no idea that his deepest wish had long since become her.

But no matter how he pleaded and clung to her, he never again won even a glance from her.

As heavy snow fell, he cornered her in his arms, his voice hoarse and fervent. "Huahua, why... why don't you want me anymore?"

Content warnings: One male lead and one female lead.

Sweet romance, satisfying story.

The female lead's health will improve.

In his previous life, Lu Yansheng was sharp-tongued in the early years. At ten, he was only a child, resentful of the female lead for what he thought she had done to ruin his life. His difficult family circumstances made him somewhat obsessive. He is not a perfect character. Please skip if this bothers you.

Both leads are reborn.

Coming soon

"Spring Dusk Begins", also known as "Is the General No Longer Up to It?"

Qi Yan, a senior general who had long been away from the capital, returned in triumph after a great victory. At twenty-three, he had barely come home before his elder brother forced him to meet a young lady from a marquis's household.

The young lady was a refined, well-bred woman, brought up in the inner courtyards of a grand residence, dignified and gentle.

Qi Yan had grown used to living freely out in the world. Like a wild horse that would never enter the stable, he refused to give in, even when the whipping left not a patch of uninjured skin on him. "Either cancel the engagement, or beat me to death!"

Madam Qi felt sorry for her son and sent someone with a message that very night. Somehow, the messenger misunderstood.

The message said he had suffered some injuries, but it was heard as saying he was no longer up to it...

No longer up to it...

When Wan Yu heard, her eyes trembled. She could not help sighing, feeling a little sorry for the senior general she had never met.

And so the matchmaking was called off.

But for some reason, the rumor that he was "no longer up to it" spread far and wide. When Qi Yan found out, he was furious for a moment. Then he thought it was rather convenient: it gave him a perfectly good reason to refuse the match arranged by his family. So he never corrected the rumor.

But who could have guessed that when Qi Yan actually met Wan Yu, he would fall for her at first sight? Wan Yu, behind her gauzy curtain, was like a bright moon. The fragility in every frown and smile made Qi Yan's heart melt. But this time, the man meeting her was not him. It was the newly appointed top scholar, a rising star at court.

When the young woman noticed his gaze, there seemed to be a hint of pity in her eyes...

For the first time, Qi Yan learned that regret could keep a person awake all night.

In the middle of the night, he kicked open the door of the main room and fell to his knees, declaring that he would marry no one but her.

The next day, he sent a formal proposal to the marquis's residence. Before Wan Yu could even see it, her brother, who knew the "inside story," sent it back, tactfully warning him not to harm the girl when he had a hidden ailment...

Qi Yan stared blankly at the letter in his hand, feeling bitterness on his tongue. He had finally learned firsthand what it meant to bring a rock down on your own foot.

But it was private. He could hardly explain it in front of the young lady...

A little scene

Wan Yu went to a temple to pray and burn incense. She was merely resting beneath the tree of marriage when voices drifted from behind it.

A young man asked, "How is my body?"

Someone replied, "The young general is strong and healthy, powerful and vigorous, with no 'hidden ailment' whatsoever!"

The young man asked again, "So you mean it's really good?"

The other man replied, "It certainly is! Better than anyone else's!"

Wan Yu frowned beneath the tree of marriage. In the end, she could not keep silent any longer and gently said, "General, I've heard this eight times already this month. Rest assured, I'll keep that matter entirely to myself. There's no need for you to..."

With that, she fled as if running for her life.

Qi Yan: "..."

What should he do? It seemed like he had only made things worse...

Theme: Everyone has their own salvation