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Eighteen-year-old Chen Qiao often cried herself to sleep late at night.
Before she turned seventeen, Chen Qiao didn't like to cry, because crying couldn't change anything. From childhood onward, the neighbors had always praised her as a quiet, sensible good girl, and she really was.
But life after seventeen was too hard to bear. Every night, all Chen Qiao wanted to do was cry.
Cry, cry, cry.
She wished she could cry herself blind.
Cry until every tear she had for the rest of her life was gone.
Then let scalding blood flow, and swallow it down with her tears.
Chen Qiao x Wu Minghui
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1. An old-school, melodramatic angst novel, the product of youthful recklessness. The male lead and the female lead's best friend dated at school. The early chapters focus on their adult lives, with their youthful relationship appearing in flashbacks. The male lead has a romantic history! The female lead is insecure, sensitive, and introverted. No real-life inspiration!! The angst toward the female lead is not intentional! If you're easily hurt, please be cautious. Negative reviews will be deleted, so please read with care! (Before clicking in, please be sure to read this section at least three times.)
2. First-person narration, bad ending, one-on-one.
3. My writing skills are limited, and the narration rambles like an old lady. The characters' values are not the author's.
4. No professional expertise, lots of made-up details, and the work-related content is pure fabrication. All research comes from the internet. Please leave a message if anything infringes your rights.
Theme: A thorny vine disguised as a red thread binds us so tightly.
