Butterfly, Please Welcome the Summer Solstice

This novel will be available to read on the 13th.

Weizhou is a seaside city where even taking the bus can lead to romance.

Wen Yucai not only found love there, but also made a fool of herself.

Qi Xia was her college classmate and high school classmate. Their only previous interaction was when he, as the class representative, came to collect her homework once.

It was the beginning of summer. She sent him a message and asked if he wanted to date her.

The sun blazed, and the green soda in his hand seemed to sway.

Qi Xia looked up. Their eyes met for two seconds, then he lazily lowered his cap and said with a nonchalant smile, "You've gone past your stop."

Wen Yucai: (°A°`)

The second time she saw Qi Xia was at a bar.

In the dim light, she rushed toward a figure from behind, grabbed his clothes, and angrily yelled, "You're being a guy's mistress?"

Qi Xia turned around, a smile tugging at his thin lips. He drawled, "That's quite a mouth on you, classmate."

Wen Yucai: o.O

The third time she saw Qi Xia was at the library.

Sheets of exam papers covered the desk. She secretly passed him a note.

[What are you working on?]

Qi Xia glanced at her, lowered his eyes, and wrote in bold, forceful strokes.

[What's it to you?]

Wen Yucai: "..."

*

Later, in the height of summer, even the evening breeze carried the scent of the sea.

By the beach, the boy kissed her carefully and softly asked, "What are we?"

Wen Yucai thought about it.

Emm... maybe we're about to break up?

Coming Soon: A Hundred Percent Misunderstanding

Qi Li had amnesia.

Her parents scolded her: "Now that you're married, live properly with him. Stop going against us. You even jumped off a building just to spite us."

Her friend told her, "You don't like him. You like someone else. You jumped off that building just so you wouldn't have to marry him."

In unfamiliar surroundings, surrounded by faces she couldn't remember, Qi Li saw her blue hair in the mirror and asked just one question: "Who... is he?"

A jewelry designer, the founder of DL, the sole heir to the Han family, and the owner of an award list that took four pages to read through...

"Miss Qi, sir says he respects your wishes. If you insist on not marrying him, the engagement will be canceled immediately."

The final page showed his ID photo. Qi Li closed the contract and said in a clear voice, "My parents can decide. My wishes don't matter."

"???"

Han Jun was sickly. Some said he wouldn't live past thirty. Some said he had a strange temper. Others said he was violent by nature.

But he did have a handsome face.

Recently, a woman had moved into his home: the wife his parents had foisted on him.

According to her file, his wife had pursued another man for six years.

When they slept, she always had to lean against him. It took several pushes to get her to settle down for the night.

In the morning, she always put together his outfits. Even when he ignored her, she kept at it.

At mealtimes, she always cooked for him. Even when he didn't touch a bite, she brought him food every day.

"You're hurt." He caught her wrist and looked at her fingertips, where a long, thin cut marked the skin.

"I cut myself while peeling fruit. It's nothing."

He curled his lip and deliberately pressed on the wound, a hint of cruelty and calculation flashing in his eyes.

Qi Li kept smiling at him, even as cold sweat broke out on her forehead from the pain.

He suddenly lost interest and let go of her wrist, but for the first time, he ate the lunch she'd brought him.

One late night, he stroked the head resting against his shoulder and bent down to kiss her forehead. His tenderness was mixed with fear.

Then, with one hand, he messaged the doctor.

[Is it harmful to the body if someone with amnesia never recovers their memories?]

[Can someone with amnesia still recover their memories?]

Theme: Be brave and free, and stay true to yourself.