My Cousin Really Is Sick

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[Coming soon] "Wicked Disciple" (I Don't Regret Becoming Your Devotee), "Late Apricot" (A Love Between Black and White, A New Arrival vs. Childhood Sweetheart)

[Blurb for This Story] ↓

#The Rational Lose Control#The Clear-Headed Fall Into Ruin#

#High-and-Mighty Beauty & Charming, Sweet-on-the-Outside Black Belly#

A distant cousin, a young lady, came to live at the Duke of Rong's residence.

They say that on the very first day she arrived in the capital, a gust of wind blew her over at the Duke of Rong's gates. She fell from her carriage and was injured on the spot.

From then on, everyone knew that the new cousin was a sickly girl, frail as a willow.

Cui Yun, heir to the Duke of Rong, was refined and upright, cool and self-possessed. He had always held the words "restrain yourself and observe propriety" deep in his bones.

But ever since his frail cousin moved into the residence, step by step, the young lord came down from his lofty perch, furrowing his brows and bending his back for her.

At first, he pitied her frailty and would only ask with his hands behind his back, "Cousin, are you feeling better?"

Yu Zheng bit her lip, looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and murmured plaintively, "Cousin, it hurts."

Later, he held her in his arms and gently soothed her. "Zhengzheng, don't be afraid. With your cousin here, no one can bully you."

Yu Zheng nestled against him and smiled sweetly. "As long as you're here, Cousin, I'm not afraid of anything."

*

Cui Yun had always thought he was the sky above his cousin, the ground beneath her feet, her frail self's only support.

Until one day, he saw with his own eyes as she cut out someone's tongue, smiling prettily. "I warned you. If I catch you saying bad things about Cousin behind his back again, I'll kill you and use you as flower fertilizer for him."

From that day onward, the flowers in the Duke's garden bloomed more vividly than ever.

And Cui Yun could never look at her the same way again.

*

Cui Yun thought everything would simply return to normal. On that rainy night when they parted ways, she left over the wall in another man's arms without looking back even once.

Cui Yun thought she was just a mistake, and all he had to do was correct it.

But her soft "Cousin" haunted his dreams night after night, and every frown and smile of hers was poison that had sunk into his bones.

When he saw her again, Yu Zheng smiled brightly, but no longer called Cui Yun Cousin.

Her voice was soft and unhurried, her smile casual. "Young Lord Cui."

With that one sentence, all of Cui Yun's cool refinement shattered.

He seized her wrist, his reddened eyes roiling with the madness and ruin he had suppressed for so long. "Cousin..."

"Young Lord Cui, have you forgotten?" Her voice was like a thin blade. "I'm not your cousin. I'm just a... cruel liar."

Clutching her wrist bone, Cui Yun's fingers trembled slightly. His voice was hoarse to the extreme. "Then... deceive me one more time."

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[Blurb for "Wicked Disciple"]

#I Don't Regret Becoming Your Devotee#

Fucang, the Sword Venerable, spent her life fighting evil and upholding justice. As bright and pure as the moon, she had only one stain in her life: taking Huo Jin, a disciple of the Demonic Cult, as her apprentice.

Huo Jin spent twenty peaceful years with her at Taixu Pavilion.

He found family, friends, and rivals, and even... someone he loved, forbidden to speak of.

Until the Divine Seer, who had foretold the Demonic Cult's resurgence, died a gruesome death.

Wrongfully accused, Huo Jin was condemned by the whole world. But even when he was on the brink of death, he refused to fall into demonic ways.

Huo Jin struggled to survive in a wretched state, and at last reunited with her.

But at the very moment his heart leapt with joy, she ran him through the heart with her sword.

Before his soul was utterly destroyed, he stared at her in disbelief.

"Master..."

She looked at him indifferently, her cool eyelids lowered halfway, her voice cold as if sighing. "Wicked disciple."

*

Legend has it that ten years after personally executing the Demonic Cult's wicked disciple, the Sword Venerable Fucang passed away in immortal meditation at Taixu Pavilion.

Sixty years later, the Demonic Cult rose again, and the world descended into chaos.

Huo Jin concealed his identity as Demon Venerable and went to Xiuyun Mountain. Qishe had foretold that after that person passed away in immortal meditation, she would be reborn here.

*

The Demon Venerable named her Zhiyin.

Zhiyin liked the name very much, but whenever the Demon Venerable called her by it, his expression was always strange. One moment he looked tender and infatuated, the next he seemed dark and sinister.

"Yinyin, come here."

Zhiyin was a little afraid of him, but she didn't dare disobey.

She walked over timidly and pointed at the soft stool nearby.

"Your Venerable, could Yinyin sit here...?"

"What do you think?" Huo Jin looked at her coldly and tapped his lap. "Get up here."

*

Both the righteous and demonic paths knew that the Demon Venerable Huo Jin had picked up a little girl.

They said the girl was the child of his enemy.

People sighed, pitying the poor girl, who had been taken by the fiend and would surely suffer terribly before dying a miserable death.

But as the days passed, the little girl not only remained perfectly well, someone even saw her perched on the Demon Venerable's shoulders, picking flowers.

The supposed enemy's daughter chattered incessantly, while the great fiend remained silent, even agreeing to all her unreasonable requests.

Only at the end did the great fiend bend down and gather the little girl into his arms, his eyes full of reverence and nearly pleading.

"Then Yinyin, give Huo Jin a kiss."

#Wants Them Dead Because He Hates Them (×, crossed out)

#Loves Them, Wants Them Alive, Wants Kisses and Hugs and to Be Lifted Up High (√)

[Blurb for "Late Apricot"]

#A Love Between Black and White#A New Arrival vs. Childhood Sweetheart#

When Lu Zhaozhao was six, a boy moved in next door.

He stood at the courtyard gate, holding an old bundle in his arms, as thin as a bamboo stalk.

Lu Zhaozhao leaned over the wall to look at him.

"Hey, what's your name?"

He looked up at her.

"Jing Ci."

"Brother Jing Ci!" She climbed over the wall. "I'm Lu Zhaozhao. We're neighbors now. You can come to my house for meals."

He looked at her outstretched hand but didn't take it.

Yet the next day, he came over.

His adoptive mother wouldn't feed him, so he had no choice but to come by.

After a while, he went from mooching meals to mooching medicine, books, and a spot beside her on the roof to watch the moon.

*

When he was sixteen, he planted an apricot tree in the courtyard and said, "Zhaozhao, when this tree blossoms next year, I'll have saved enough silver to come marry you."

Lu Zhaozhao blushed and nodded without saying a word.

Later, the apricot tree never got to bloom.

That autumn, a group of people broke into the courtyard in the middle of the night and took him away. He didn't even have time to climb over the wall, let alone say a single word to her.

*

Lu Zhaozhao searched for him for two years.

Two years later, she received a letter from him.

Lu Zhaozhao hired a boat by herself and traveled north along the Grand Canal, all the way to the capital.

She rented a little courtyard in the south of the city.

One day, someone moved in next door.

She paid no attention. The capital was too big. She was like a drowning person, unable to hold on to anything, including her childhood sweetheart.

The person next door remained a silent shadow.

Until one night.

After brewing medicine, she was returning to her room when she passed the courtyard wall and heard a dull thud from next door.

A few days later, she knocked on that door.

A man stood inside, dressed all in black, his face pale and cold. He glanced at her, his gaze devoid of warmth.

"What is it?"

"You're hurt."

It wasn't a question.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's none of your business."

She went in anyway and helped stop the bleeding.

"What's your name?" he suddenly asked.

"Lu Zhaozhao."

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"What would I be afraid of?"

"A bad person."

"...I've only ever met good people," she said. "I don't know what a bad person looks like."

He glanced at her, briefly, then tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, now you've met one."

Theme: Longing for truth, kindness, and beauty