Even When the Evening Wind Blows

[Complete. Check out my good friend Zhezhi Banjiu's completed novel, You Are Still in My Dreams: a secret crush comes true.]

[My next novel, Sheathing the Sword, is coming soon. Please add it to your library! Weibo: @Rongyan]

Shang Weiwan has always been the kind of person who works incredibly hard.

She works hard to live, works hard at her job, and never dares misstep.

The only mistake she made at school was falling for Zhou Lang, who already had a girlfriend.

She had a crush on him for seven years.

Some people's secret crushes begin in their youth and might see the light of day years later.

But her unrequited love brought torrential rain to her youth, and the sun never came out.

Having a secret crush isn't scary. The scariest part is getting caught.

Shang Weiwan always thought she'd hidden hers well, but Cheng Que saw through her after meeting her only twice.

The devil-may-care man stood at the end of the bar's hallway, twirling a cigarette between his long fingers, amusement in his eyes. "Of all the people you could fall for, you chose a married man."

After a moment of silence, Shang Weiwan let out a brazen laugh, tipsy on wine. "And you? Is it all right for you to fall for your sister-in-law?"

That night, the rain came down hard, but Shang Weiwan's voice drowned it out.

Shang Weiwan thought the second mistake of her life was getting involved with Cheng Que in a secret relationship for money.

From the start, Cheng Que told her, "Shang Weiwan, don't cross the line."

She could love his money, but she couldn't love him.

Later, just as Shang Weiwan was about to end things, Cheng Que, usually so carefree, said seriously, "What if I want to cross the line?"

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At first, Shang Weiwan thought Cheng Que was a playboy who lived for the moment and could never settle down with one person.

So she never dared to fall for him, but still found herself falling deeper with every step.

Love can't be hidden, so she decided to end things.

After she called it off, she thought Cheng Que had only two possible futures:

1. Get engaged to his former sister-in-law.

2. Keep being the notorious playboy of their social circle.

She didn't expect him to run into her in the elevator the next day and taunt her. "Fine, Shang Weiwan. Don't come crawling back to me."

Second Young Master Cheng walked away without looking back after delivering his harsh words.

But that night, Shang Weiwan got a call from him. Drunk, he clung to her with one yearning call after another: "Wanwan, Wanwan."

A finance worker who is short on money and love X a bar owner who talks about money but not love

One-on-one//Both virgins//Secret relationship by agreement, then going official//Mutual healing//The male lead pretends to be a playboy but is a true romantic

P.S. The heroine always kept her distance from her crush, and the hero was never really in love with his sister-in-law. In short, it was all a misunderstanding.

- In this life, when two people meet on a narrow path, neither can escape., Passing Years

Blurb for Sheathing the Sword. Please add it to your library!

At seven, Sang Ruoci was taken in by her master and brought to the sect. Her senior brothers and sisters doted on her, her junior brothers and sisters adored her, and she grew up kind and pure of heart.

But then her master told her that she was the last person in the cultivation world born with a spirit bone, and that he had raised her only to take it from her.

Eighty-one Soul-Eating Blade strikes and ninety-nine Soul-Sacrificing Needles later, her spirit bone was removed, leaving her as good as a cripple.

Her master sent her down the mountain to gain experience. When danger struck, the senior brothers and sisters she trusted most threw her to the beasts. Her junior brother, whom she had raised herself, rescued her and helped her flee the sect.

But her junior brother was a madman. Once they were off the mountain, he kept her locked up, controlled even her meals, and secretly arranged a wedding. Sang Ruoci escaped on her wedding day, but was caught, had the tendons in her hands and feet severed, and was imprisoned in a dungeon.

Later, Sang Ruoci met the Demon Lord Chixian, who repaired her meridians and restored her bones. He let her live in a magnificent palace, and she gradually lowered her guard. But she never expected that Chixian only wanted to use her to forge the finest sword in the world. When the forging failed, he threw her into the depths of Hanging Sky Cliff, where evil spirits roamed.

Everyone thought Sang Ruoci would die. But she drew the ancient divine sword Pofeng, fought her way to become the lord of Hanging Sky Cliff, then killed her way back to the Demon Realm, wiped out her junior brother's family, and fought all the way to Chonghua Mountain.

She became the great demon everyone feared.

But how could a broken body compare with the last pure-hearted spirit bone in the cultivation world?

The righteous sects surrounded her. She was defeated by the goddess Fuying and thrown into the Immortal-Burning Cauldron, where the Netherworld Ghostfire burned her until her soul was destroyed.

Only Pofeng drew itself from its sheath, turning everywhere it went into a sea of blood, then leapt into the cauldron to join its master.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to Chonghua Mountain in the body of her seventeen-year-old self.

That year, her master was deceiving her into giving up her spirit bone to create the goddess Fuying. Her junior brother secretly kept a portrait of her beneath his pillow and hugged it as he slept each night. And the Demon Lord Chixian had slaughtered three villages in his quest to forge the finest sword in the world.

But Sang Ruoci strode right out of the sect gate. She was going to find her sword.

Everyone might betray her, but her sword never would.

Reborn in this life, she would hold tight to the sword in her hand and fight her way through the cultivation world.

Later, someone asked Sang Ruoci, "What is the righteous path?"

Sang Ruoci held up her blood-dripping sword. "My sword is the righteous path."

^_^ My own brand of fantasy. The sword is the love interest.

Theme: Be true to yourself.