Because the Stars Twinkle

[My next book, How Could He Like Me?, is coming soon. You can add it to your collection in my author profile.]

Cheng Jizhou was born into an eminent family and became wealthy at a young age. Countless people in and out of his social circle pursued him, but every one of them was rejected.

Before long, everyone knew him as an untouchable, lofty beauty, one to admire from afar and very difficult to win over.

Only his childhood friends knew that he had a childhood sweetheart he doted on, someone he treated so carefully he was afraid she'd get hurt.

After watching them for years, his friends couldn't help but ask, "What's going on between you and Xin Tong?"

After a brief silence, Cheng Jizhou warned them coldly, "Don't make trouble. She's my little sister."

His friends: "..." Yeah, sure, like we'd believe that!

Xin Tong believed him, though.

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On a sunny day two years later, his friends all received the same freshly made video on their phones.

In the school courtyard that afternoon, Cheng Jizhou, wearing a crisp suit, squeezed among a crowd of students in uniforms and fought them for the only microphone.

"I'm Cheng Jizhou from Class 1, Grade 10." His voice rang across the entire campus. "Xin Tong from Class 3, Grade 16, I like you."

Amid the cheering, the usually proud man dropped to one knee and gazed reverently at the girl he'd spoiled since childhood. "May I like you?"

His friends: "..." Hold on, you said she was your sister?

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Author's profile: Fleeting Years

Weibo: Ai He Chengzhi De Momo.

~*~*~*~[New work in progress: How Could He Like Me? by Cheng Momo]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

[Blurb]

Shu Xin and Song Shichen were known throughout their social circle as sworn enemies.

At every social event, if she was there, he wasn't, and if he was there, she wasn't.

Until Song Shichen bumped his head on a business trip in the middle of the night.

Shu Xin went to visit him with her childhood friends. Song Shichen smiled politely at her. "Who are you?"

Her friends: "?"

Shu Xin was delighted. "Me?" She pointed at herself, then at him. "You forgot? Aren't I your tenth clingy pursuer?"

Song Shichen's expression remained calm. "Oh, is that so?"

After losing his memory, Song Shichen became Shu Xin's clingy shadow, following her around every day. Her friends were so shocked their jaws hit the floor.

Her best friend asked Shu Xin, "You've taken this too far. If he remembers one day, he'll make your life hell!"

Shu Xin cheerfully ordered Song to queue up and buy her a limited-edition cake. "Who cares? He used to pick on me all the time!"

Her best friend shook her head helplessly, thinking Shu Xin was playing with fire.

Later, Song Shichen became such a devoted pursuer that Shu Xin started to feel overwhelmed.

Watching him cook soup for her, she posted a plea for help on Weibo, looking troubled: [I told a lie, and now I can't take it back. What do I do?]

Her phone suddenly rang on the coffee table, and Shu Xin glanced over curiously.

Song Shichen's screen was displaying her Weibo profile picture.

She nervously unlocked his phone, looking through it for the first time.

Huh? How could he be her biggest fan?

~*~*~*~[Friend's new work: Blue Windmill by Meng Xiao'er]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

[Blurb]

Zhong Yi saw Zhou Shiyi again at the celebration banquet for an art exhibition. It all felt like another lifetime. Now, she worked for the exhibition's organizers, while Zhou Shiyi had come to support the artist. He was elegant and aloof, and his arrival caused quite a stir. He was surrounded by people as if he were the center of the stars.

She saw him, but he didn't see her.

A colleague clung to her arm and whispered, "That's Zhou Shiyi, the fourth young master of the Zhou family."

Zhong Yi only smiled and said nothing.

She knew Zhou Shiyi well. They had once been lovers, but after they broke up, they lost touch.

Just last week, her father arranged a marriage match for her. The man was none other than Zhou Shiyi, and their families had already set a wedding date.

Theme: Strive to become the best version of yourself.