Craving Every Dawn and Dusk

[One-Line Summary]

I can pretend to take your resentment and disgust in stride,

but why does it have to be love?

[Official Blurb]

Meng Zhao and Shen Muze have always lived in two different worlds.

Meng Zhao grew up in the impoverished, isolated Wuluo Mountains. She threw every ounce of strength into escaping the mountains so she could live with dignity.

Shen Muze was born favored by fate, to a wealthy family. He was flamboyant, rebellious, and arrogant.

A life so dazzling and carefree was something Meng Zhao wouldn't even dare dream of.

No one expected these two people, as far apart as heaven and earth, to become entangled.

Rumors spread, and everyone around them watched for the drama, certain they would never make it to the end.

Sure enough, their connection was abruptly severed after high school graduation.

Meng Zhao crushed the young man's feelings with her own hands, then walked away without a backward glance. From then on, she vanished completely from his world.

Years later, when they met again, a friend teased them half-jokingly: "We all thought you two would end up together. Now that you've crossed paths again after all this time, why not give it another try?"

Meng Zhao managed a bitter smile.

At nineteen, Shen Muze had held out a bouquet of sunflowers and confessed to her with wholehearted passion.

She had been the one to drive him away with the cruelest, most hurtful words, forcing him out of her world.

Now, at twenty-nine, Shen Muze could only despise and resent her.

She was probably the only setback and stain on his otherwise smooth life.

The day after their reunion, Shen Muze stood before her again with a bouquet of sunflowers. His face and eyes overlapped perfectly with those of the boy he had once been.

There was no resentment, no revenge.

He had come to confess his love.

The feelings she had trampled on so cruelly all those years ago were being offered to her once more.

Meng Zhao returned to the cold demeanor she'd adopted years ago, trying to extinguish his ardor once again.

"Shen Muze, I don't need you. I told you that long ago. I don't need you, so please stay away from me!"

He remained perfectly calm. "You need me."

"What would I need you for, to take a bullet for me?"

The next moment, she received a firm answer.

He said, "I can."

1. Early high school setting | rebellious, arrogant boy x resilient, stubborn girl

Later urban romance | race car driver x teacher

2. They only start dating as adults

3. Third-person narration

4. SC, HE

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[Angst | Double Secret Identities | Forcible Possession | Faked Death | Love and Hate | Madness | Second Chance Romance | SC]

Lively, resilient amnesiac healer x ruthless, possessive regent

Peerless martial-arts bandit x bloodthirsty, unhinged martial-world leader

Yao Po saved a wounded soldier and did everything she could to drag him back from the brink of death. Only then did she discover that he was no ordinary man, but the regent who held absolute power over the court.

Free-spirited and devoted to her independence, she had no wish to be controlled by anyone, yet she endured his forceful confinement day after day.

She tried to escape time and again, only to be caught and dragged back inside for punishment.

Then one day, she awoke from a long dream and remembered that she was a notorious bandit hunted by the imperial court.

With peerless lightness skills, who in the world could possibly hold her captive?

Besides, her senior martial brother, who had grown up with her since childhood, was waiting for her outside the city.

So Yao Po staged her own death and escaped.

Later, word spread that the all-powerful regent had ignored the court's condemnation and brought a woman's coffin into his manor, where he held a ghost wedding.

Five years later, Yao Po was traveling through the martial world when she happened upon a familiar figure.

Her eyes flickered.

No, it couldn't be him.

The man before her wore a mask, his hair completely white. In a cold voice, he asked, "Who are you looking for?"

She couldn't casually reveal his identity as the regent, so Yao Po probed indirectly. "I'm looking for... my husband."

Back when they were close, he had loved to coax those two words out of her.

A sinister darkness roiled in his eyes. He took out a wooden box and tipped it upside down, scattering all the gray-white powder at her feet.

"You miss him so much. What a devoted couple you were. How touching. Too bad he's been dead for years. Here are his ashes. You can have them."

A chill ran through Yao Po's whole body.

He turned to her with a crazed smile, his voice eerie. "Well? Do you like them? He's dead, and you're unhappy? Didn't you wish for him to die every single day?"

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