Bruises

[Rekindled Romance] / Light Entertainment Industry / Complete / Next book: The Moon in Peril

Ning Wan pursued Xu Qingjing, who was two years ahead of her, with a passion for three months. They were together for two years, then as soon as she graduated, she asked to break up, leaving without a backward glance or a moment's hesitation.

On the day they broke up, rain poured down. Ning Wan's best friend couldn't stand to watch and urged her, "The moon is cold and distant. You drag it down from its lofty place in the sky into the palm of your hand, then cast it aside, hoping to get away unscathed."

"That's not how things work in this world."

Ning Wan played with her nails and glanced at the door. "I don't like him that much."

She paid a terrible price for those words, and could barely escape.

Six years later, when they met again, Xu Qingjing opened his arms to her as if nothing had ever happened and asked softly, "After such a long separation, won't you give me a hug?"

The pretense of peace shattered. Alone in the living room, Xu Qingjing lit a cigarette and covered his face as he laughed quietly.

Ning Wan picked up her bag to leave, then suddenly froze.

"Ning Wan." Xu Qingjing's expression grew unfamiliar through the rising wisps of smoke. Looking up at her by the entryway, he said calmly, "Six years is the limit of what I can endure."

"I've never said I would let you go."

To be bound together in life and death and buried in the same grave: that was all he had ever wanted.

Xu Qingjing imagined that one day, when snow fell over the city, he would die deep underground, covered in a thick blanket of snow. Then he would use a dead branch as a gravestone and write on it: "Here lies a devil who lived and died for love time and again."

He had long since gone mad, and was bound for the deepest level of hell.

Next book: The Moon in Peril, old-school melodrama | A very crazy, powerful male lead | Lovers who fight as fiercely as they love

[Life is dull, so he loves teasing his wife. A landlord with nothing but money x Don't call me your wife, get lost. A bold, rebellious girl who always gets even]

Song Yao was so sick of Zhou Gusheng that one morning she pulled an aphrodisiac she'd kept under her bed for years, with no idea whether it had expired, and dumped the whole thing into his cup.

Then she locked him in a room with a coquettish actress who'd come to visit, while she crouched outside the door smoking.

Less than five minutes later, the overburdened door was kicked open with a bang. Zhou Gusheng stood leaning against the barely-hanging-on doorframe, wearing a dark gray silk robe with its belt loosely tied.

His pose was as flirtatious and brazen as ever, but there was a hint of danger in it. "Little Mingyue, what are you doing?"

Song Yao pointed at the bedroom with the hand holding her cigarette, not even sparing the pretty devil a glance. "Can we talk?"

Zhou Gusheng: "Go ahead."

"If you dare drag me into bed more than three times in a week, I'll find you a woman."

"..."

Zhou Gusheng looked her up and down, then suddenly bent over, scooped her up in his arms, and said magnanimously, "Let's see."

Suspended in midair, Song Yao grew wary. "See what?"

He tossed her onto the bed, his voice soft and cool, lazy. "Let's see if I kill you."

Zhou Gusheng had his claws everywhere, but Song Yao still dared to run.

Theme: Freedom and love