Composing Her into a Melody

Main couple: Former internet celebrity and Chinese teacher & aloof guitarist | Rocker girl and boy | Puppy-like, desperately devoted lover

Side couple: Sharp-tongued beauty of a designer & sunny, carefree drummer | Mature adults | Publicly announce their relationship before falling in love

A realistic story for women about two girls breaking free from the constraints of their families of origin and finding themselves. The romance is puppy-love literature: the puppy is completely head over heels for him.

Blurb for the heroines:

Wang Mo: Home is a harbor, but also a cage.

"You only get one life. I want to make my own choices."

He Yuan: Home is a quagmire, but I'll break through the earth and bloom.

"Even standing at the summit is hard. If you don't want to suffer, you'd better accept early on that you're destined to be ordinary."

Blurb for the couples:

Main couple:

Four years ago, Wang Mo stood onstage, her fingertips sweeping across the strings. The notes flowed freely, and her smile shone brightly.

After the show, she walked back to the practice room beside Jiang Rongze. The summer night was warm, and their hearts raced out of control.

Later, Wang Mo tore up her music conservatory admission letter with her own hands.

Jiang Rongze gripped her wrist tightly, his voice hoarse. "Why?"

She smiled as if it were nothing.

"Music was just a bit of fun."

"And so were you. I was keeping you as a backup."

-

Jiang Rongze had twice experienced the pain of striving for something and getting nowhere: first, searching for his missing mother, and second, trying to forget Wang Mo.

So he spent four years making his way onto the stage and climbing to the top, where she would have to look up at him.

When they met again, Jiang Rongze was a rock star in the spotlight, adored by countless people,

while Wang Mo had disappeared into the crowd, just an ordinary speck of dust.

She looked up at him, dazzling onstage.

After the show, he came down from the stage and went straight for the old wound.

"Back then, you said I was your backup."

Wang Mo's heart pounded. She looked up, only to see a glimmer of light flicker in Jiang Rongze's dark eyes.

"...Wang Mo." His voice was pleading as he called her name.

"Can I take the top spot now?"

Through all the years you never knew about, I've followed you.

I've always been your fan.

Side couple:

Everyone knew designer He Yuan as untouchable: always polished, domineering, and impossible to get close to.

But Zheng Peng happened to witness her losing control.

That night, He Yuan tore off his clothes almost frantically and pushed him down, telling him with an air of superiority that she wanted to be in control of everything.

In the struggle, He Yuan's clothes fell away, revealing her snow-white shoulders and several bruises across her back.

Zheng Peng finally frowned and reached out to take hold of her wrist.

She looked up at him, her gaze stubborn and sharp. "Do you just love meddling in my business? Are you trying to threaten me?"

Zheng Peng gently but firmly lifted He Yuan up, letting her look down at him. "No. I want to stay by your side."

Later, He Yuan climbed out of her family's quagmire, cut her chains with her own hands, and took back her younger brother's future.

That afternoon, she appeared at a fashion gala in a red strapless gown, boldly announcing a partnership with an Italian luxury brand. Their collaborative fall-winter collection would soon be released.

The host asked, "Designer He, what's the theme of your new collection?"

He Yuan faced the cameras. The lights danced in her eyes like flames.

"Breaking free."

-

I've seen you at your most vulnerable and helpless, and I still willingly bow before you.

Coming soon: The Northern Lights

"Sunny, clear-headed urban planner & proud, hearing-impaired hockey player"

Recently, a Xiaohongshu blogger suddenly went viral. Her account name was hjrnsnql814.

At first, her bio had only one line: "My boyfriend disappeared, so I'm going to Canada."

When kind-hearted netizens offered to help her report it, she quickly added: "Don't worry, girls. He's fine, just a jerk."

Going viral is a mystery. One day, her account inexplicably blew up, and she added another line: "I'm not a comedy blogger! No ads!"

The blogger became famous for a very unusual reason: she was ridiculously unlucky.

She went to see the northern lights, but hypothermia made her miss them. She went to see grizzly bears and got caught in a chain-reaction car crash.

After nearly meeting her maker twice, she chose the safest season, summer, and flew to a small city in easternmost Canada.

The account hjrnsnql814 posted an update: "Last stop. Still haven't found him. I won't be posting anymore."

The gossip-loving netizens couldn't accept it. They thought she was about to shut down her account and leave the internet, but then they received another notification:

"Found him. He's injured."

-

Three months after He Jingrui went missing, You Wenshan finally got her Canadian tourist visa.

She flew halfway around the world alone and arrived in Toronto.

Despite the jet lag, she went to watch a hockey game at the rink where he trained.

After the game, the crowd swept her along as she left the arena.

Standing in an unfamiliar city and listening to an unfamiliar language, You Wenshan felt strange.

No one here knew her. Her story with him meant nothing here. The relationship she had fought so hard to protect and pursue weighed less than nothing in this world.

The world was vast, yet she was the only one trapped.

You Wenshan suddenly felt at peace. She took a deep breath of the cold air and laughed through her tears.

The next second, she was accidentally injured by a fan going wild over the hockey team and sent to the emergency room.

Holding an ice pack to her swollen face, You Wenshan angrily posted a note:

"I got punched in Toronto. I'm making my boyfriend pay ten times over!"

Later, she visited every place He Jingrui had ever mentioned, turning their plans into a solo trip.

Bad luck all the way. Complaining all the way. Cursing all the way.

On her last day in Canada, she swore: "Never again! This lousy place called Canada, I'm never coming back!"

Then her flight was canceled because of a hurricane.

The hotels in town were either closed or full. You Wenshan sat miserably on an airport chair, feeling like a beggar. The kind woman sitting beside her suggested, "Why don't you stay at my place? We run a B&B, and we've got a spare room."

You Wenshan tearfully thanked her for taking her in.

With the hurricane approaching and no taxis available, the woman called her "most reliable" lodger to pick her up at the airport.

The person who stepped out of the black SUV looked more and more familiar.

You Wenshan was shown to the passenger seat. She recognized the face she hadn't seen in so long, and noticed the outline of a hearing aid behind his right ear.

That night, she cornered him at the top of the stairs. The difference in their height made her tilt her head up a little.

"Did you hurt your ear?"

He Jingrui didn't look at her. His eyes were hidden in the shadow cast by his fringe, his expression impossible to read.

"Is that why you didn't dare see me?"

He didn't react.

You Wenshan gave a soft laugh. "Do you think you're so cool, like some male lead in a novel?"

Still silence.

"Coward! Jerk!" You Wenshan turned around in a fury. Before closing the door, she felt she hadn't gotten it out of her system, so she added an insult: "Dumbass!"

A little while later, someone knocked.

She opened the door and met He Jingrui's eyes, full of guilt. "I'm sorry..."

You Wenshan's heart softened instantly, and her eyes even reddened.

She was just about to speak when He Jingrui added, "I wasn't wearing my hearing aid just now. What did you say?"

"..."

You Wenshan punched him ten times.

-

You Wenshan's Xiaohongshu account went viral among the Chinese community in Canada.

He Jingrui's friends brought it up. "There's this blogger who's been looking for her boyfriend, and she made it all the way to Halifax. It's hilarious. We thought she was some lovesick girl, but all her posts are just complaints and insults."

He Jingrui drank from his glass without replying.

"Hey, what does this blogger's name mean?" His friend stared at the screen and read it out: "H, J, R, N..."

He Jingrui glanced at it and cut him off calmly. "Where the hell did He Jingrui disappear to?"

His friend froze for a moment, then exploded. "So you're the jerk!"

"...What about the 814 at the end?"

"The day I ran away."

* Previously published work whose rights have expired. Original title: Jasmine, Guns and Cannons

* The woman is three years older than the man; the woman is not a virgin, the man is. The heroine has a real fiance at the beginning, but he leaves the story soon.

* Neither side couple is a virgin.

* The place names and earthquake are real; everything else is fictional.

Theme: Break free of your cocoon and rise above the clouds into the light.