[Main Story Complete]
*World-weary mortuary beautician x aloof, refined surgeon
One day, I watched the sunset forty-four times. You know, when people are sad, they love watching sunsets., The Little Prince
1
At sixteen, Lin Shanxue lost her parents and was taken in by her uncle's family. Her life was like a flower past its season, inevitably withering and rotting away. After graduating from high school, she ignored her family's objections and chose mortuary science, a field everyone else steered clear of.
The first time Jiang Sui saw Lin Shanxue, she was lounging on a garden bench, talking to his young patient. He heard the little girl ask what she did for a living.
Lin Shanxue glanced at the girl in the wheelchair, an inscrutable smile in her eyes.
“Mortuary beautician.”
She made no attempt to hide it or soften the truth. Jiang Sui couldn't help frowning and quickened his pace.
“What does a mortuary beautician do?”
By then, he was right behind the wheelchair. He saw Lin Shanxue squint and answer nonchalantly, “After you die, I make you look pretty.”
Jiang Sui, usually courteous, modest, and gentle, didn't say a word to her. He simply wheeled the girl away.
Watching his cold retreating back, Lin Shanxue gave a scornful laugh, completely unfazed, then tilted her head back to sunbathe...
2
The second time Lin Shanxue crossed paths with him was at the seaside.
The radiant sunset sank into the ocean, dyeing the water orange. He saw Lin Shanxue standing on the beach as wave after wave washed over her pale feet. She seemed not to notice, gazing solemnly out at the endless sea.
Jiang Sui wasn't in the habit of disturbing people, so he turned to leave.
Halfway along, for some inexplicable reason, he looked back. Lin Shanxue was walking step by step into the sea. The water reached her chest, and she kept going as if bewitched by the ocean, unaware of everything around her.
Without time to think, Jiang Sui tore off his coat and ran into the water. He grabbed Lin Shanxue's hand and dragged her back to the world of the living. The next moment, a huge wave crashed over them...
The salty dampness of the seawater filled his nose. Water streamed from his hair, running past his angry eyes and handsome jawline, then glistening along his elegant, pale neck.
Lin Shanxue smiled for the first time that day. She licked her lips and said softly, “Hey, Dr. Jiang, want to give this a try with me?”
3
Beneath a lone streetlamp, the refined and elegant Dr. Jiang breathed unevenly. One hand pinned the woman's wrist to the cold wall, while the other held her soft waist. He lowered his head to kiss the airplane tattoo on her collarbone...
The night was gentle, the evening breeze intoxicating. In the hazy lamplight, the woman's cool profile was impossibly beautiful.
After a long moment, Jiang Sui lifted his head. Moonlight was half-hidden in his amber eyes, and his voice was low and dark. “You got it for your ex-boyfriend? Hmm?”
Lin Shanxue's clothes were disheveled. She smiled faintly, resting her right hand casually on Jiang Can's shoulder. “What, are you jealous?”
They were so close. Dr. Jiang, who had been drinking, was like wine aged deep in a cellar; even his breath was intoxicating. His captivating, peach-blossom eyes left Lin Shanxue momentarily dazed.
“Am I not allowed to be jealous?”
She smiled and rested her chin on Jiang Can's shoulder. Her warm breath lazily brushed Jiang Sui's earlobe, and he heard her soft voice, carrying the sea breeze.
“You are. You have more reason to be jealous than anyone.”
[Next book: The Black Lotus Villain Always Wants to Kill Me]
[Silver-tongued con artist x merciless madman]
Jiang Lingyi found an exceptionally handsome man by the river.
After great effort, she carried him from the riverbank to her little cabin. She found him a renowned doctor and fed him precious medicinal herbs, and at last the beauty opened his eyes.
Before Jiang Lingyi could properly admire him, the beauty struggled upright and plunged a dagger, pulled from who knew where, into her heart...
When she opened her eyes again, Jiang Lingyi had been reborn in the moment before the man woke up. The precious medicinal herbs were still in her hands.
She hesitated for only a second, then dumped the medicine, turned around, and went back to her bedroom. She planned to dump him back by the river before he woke.
She had only just lifted his upper body when a pair of cold, narrow eyes opened without warning and fixed on her.
Jiang Lingyi was scared out of her wits. She let go at once and jumped eight meters away.
The beauty was caught off guard and slammed onto the bed. His face went deathly pale, and a mouthful of blood spilled out.
As she watched the beauty cough up blood, Jiang Lingyi regretted not knocking him unconscious with the fall...
After a long bout of honeyed words and earnest persuasion, she finally managed to put the beauty's suspicions to rest.
That night, Jiang Lingyi packed her bags, planning to escape this den of trouble under cover of darkness.
As soon as she opened the door, the beauty stood beneath the moonlight, hair loose and outer robe hanging open, his phoenix eyes bewitchingly alluring.
“Out so late at night, Miss Jiang? Where are you going?”
Under Xie Fei's control, Jiang Lingyi poured tea, carried water, and kept her head down. The few months she spent at his side felt longer than the first twenty-three years of her life.
At last, a chance to escape came. Jiang Lingyi left without a backward glance.
The free air was so wonderful. Jiang Lingyi wandered the streets, lost in the moment. When she spotted a set of expensive jewelry, she called out, “Yun Shu, pay for it.”
Oh, right. Yun Shu was one of Xie Fei's maids. Jiang Lingyi quietly put the jewelry back.
When some clueless official's son harassed her, Jiang Lingyi blurted out, “Ji Yang, cripple him for me!”
Nothing happened. Only after calling out did Jiang Lingyi remember that Ji Yang was one of Xie Fei's guards.
After running into one wall after another, Jiang Lingyi gave up.
Forget it. She might as well go back and be a couch potato. All she had to do was sweet-talk Xie Fei and say a few nice things. It wasn't exactly hard work.
It was just in time for dinner. A whole table of her favorite dishes awaited her, and Xie Fei was leaning lazily against the doorframe. His phoenix eyes held an amused smile; the red beauty mark beneath them was captivating. The slightest lift of his lips made all the flowers in the courtyard pale in an instant.
Jiang Lingyi threw herself into his arms. Xie Fei's voice came from above her head. “Are you running away again?”
“...”
Message: The wind has risen; all we can do is strive to survive.
First of all, thank you for the limited exemption. Secondly, although I didn't look carefully, I didn't expect it to be labeled as a sweet article. At least it doesn't quite fit the popular perception of sweet writing. Then, this is probably the first time I have written so much, either because I am lazy or because it is very late. I don't actually read much romance lately, so I clicked on it because of the title. I knew it was from "The Little Prince", and I was curious about what kind of story ended up with the title The Forty-Fourth Sunset. I don't know the author, and I don't pay attention to the classification, etc. After reading the copy, my curiosity was not exhausted, so I clicked in. What is the sunset like? It seems that sadness is always inseparable, but don't you think it's grand? This is a very small story, without a grand world view, and without any thought-provoking questions after uncovering layers of mystery. This is just a grand life that belongs to Lin alone. She couldn't be called happy, but she wasn't miserable either. Maybe it's a bit like a jug of liquor, maybe it's a bit like a bright flame, or maybe it's like a sunset itself. Is this redemption? It should be calculated. She persisted and even pushed her away. She has been pulling at herself, knowing that there is someone who can completely hold her back. Lin confirmed for a long time whether it was just because she held him, or whether it was just because he hooked the corner of her clothes. She is not a normal person, and this may not be considered a normal relationship. But you sometimes have to admit that the paranoia of mentally ill patients seems to be a bit more intense than that of normal people when written. If you look at it this way, Lin is actually very lucky. In reality, the probability that someone is actually willing to hug her without hesitation is very low. But fortunately we don't have to think so much about waves, sugar, cats, mourning, surgery, and a sunset. This will be a beautiful sunset. Or talk about some seemingly more social issues. Beauticians and surgeons, funeral parlors and hospitals are themselves very representative professions. Doctors seem to be naturally respected, and work related to corpses is always avoided. But some people insulted doctors behind their backs, while others bowed in front of funeral home staff. Isn't it actually the same? A little persistence is good. There is also a slightly narrated marriage. Reality is not fiction, there are always trivial things. Put both parties on the scale and weigh them a few times, how their income is, how their work is, and how their family is. Feelings can be mentioned first, or they can just be a remark. For many people, especially older generations, life is like that. It's plain, yet somewhat sincere. Human beings are always complex creatures, and cognition is inevitably subjective. Imagination is enough to turn a good person into a murderer in his heart. And people seem more inclined to blame others than apologize or blame themselves. So the result of a wave of cyber violence is a wave of reverse cyber violence. It seems that good and evil will eventually be rewarded. It's actually not very long, but there are some things I want to write down. No need to argue, that's all. Of course what you said makes sense. There may be some fallacies, please forgive me. It's late at night, good night. If you stay awake, you can wait for the sunrise, after all it is summer.
It's tied. I feel so sad. I just hope that they can live well in the ending. As a person who has been reading for 10 years, I don't remember the last book that made me cry while reading. But the big words made me feel a sense of powerlessness. I feel that life is a mess but I have to live meaninglessly. It breaks my heart and I especially want to cry. It is 2:30 in the morning. I am hiding in bed with tears streaming down my face. Xiaolin, you have to live.
Maybe it's God's will? I came across this novel by accident. To be honest, the text didn't really attract me that much. But I clicked in for no reason. I finished reading it. It's very interesting and well-written. It's very different from the novels I usually read. The only thing I'm unhappy about is that it's really too short and not enough to read.
It's so beautiful, the emotions are very delicate. It's a pity that it's a short story. I still can't get enough of it. It's really good to read [][]
I never brush twice I actually chose to watch it a second time! I really like it very much Why is no one collecting it? I'm crying.
The next book is "Guide to Raising Large Dogs". If you are interested, you can save it first! [Fishing bar owner and dog training master x bking the irritable young man and large dog]
The writing is really great. I'll be updating it soon. Don't stop reading it (I finally read the last one).
Thanks for the limited exemption (literary style and a bit of a stream of consciousness) Not bad
Very nice! I cried when I saw it. I hope Dr. Jiang and Sister Lin will always be happy!
I obviously didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it.