The Quiet Late Spring [Republican Era]

"The spring grows quiet as it nears its end; all things flourish for their own sake."

The story is complete and currently free to read.

My upcoming Republican-era novel, Clouds Adrift and a Solitary Star, is open for pre-collection. See the blurb below.

A ruthless gentleman in a suit vs. a two-faced heiress

A gloomy, low-born illegitimate son vs. a fallen young lady

Late one night, she saves a man covered in blood.

Each of them has another side that no one knows about. Though they know they are not meant to walk the same path, fate draws them closer and closer.

Liang Yuzhou lends her a helping hand because they met once ten years ago. She deliberately approaches him to find her father's killer.

Amid all the truths and lies, the real and the unreal, and after facing death time and again, perhaps they have already chosen each other in their hearts.

Having tasted every warmth and cruelty the world has to offer, Liang Yuzhou stops at nothing to rise above his station.

He thought he had everything under control, only to discover that Chang Yingxue was the one variable he could never account for.

Her words, "We're not on the same path," make him bury his feelings deep within.

On the night he is about to confess, one arrives too late, and the other leaves without a word.

Years later, looking back on that night when they passed each other by, all that remains is regret.

This story is set in a fictional Republican-era China and does not involve any real people or place names.

The title and poem quote come from "Jiang Ting" by Du Fu of the Tang dynasty.

Blurb for Clouds Adrift and a Solitary Star

A young heiress x a family tutor

A romance between two people from mismatched families.

In an era of endless warfare and chaos, falling in love is the greatest luxury of all.

The brief meeting of a drifting cloud and a solitary star was destined to become a tale of searching and waiting.

Circumstances force her to leave with her past, but when she returns, fifty years have passed.

Beneath the thick dust lie letter after letter from home, all unopened.

It turns out that at the end of the world, the clouds are still the same clouds, the stars are still the same stars, and you are still you.

Theme: A tribute to the unsung guardians.