Miaomiao

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Yan Lie is five years older than Xiang Miao and has been by her side for six years.

Six years is a long time. So much has come to feel like a given that she has overlooked a lot.

At last, Xiang Miao sits on the stairs around the corner from home, while Yan Lie crouches in front of her, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Xiang Miao reaches out and hooks her finger around his.

She smiles just as she always does, and her smile is beautiful.

Xiang Miao looks at Yan Lie and smiles, a glimmer of tears in her eyes. She whispers, “Brother, please like me, just a little.”

Important points:

1. A story about healing and redemption.

2. While writing Flower Branches in the Spring Fields, I had an overwhelming urge to write the story behind “9364.” I'm saving a spot for it first. The title, blurb, and other details may change before I start writing.

3. It's not long, around a hundred thousand characters. I hope to finish it before the New Year (humbly).

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Blurb for the upcoming novel, A Fortunate Meeting:

In their senior year of high school, Xu Feng left without a word.

Their friends all avoided mentioning him in front of Du Jiayi. And when they did, it was only to condemn his scummy behavior.

At first, Du Jiayi would press her lips together and explain, “We were never together.”

She sounded sincere, but no one believed her.

Nearly every student at Langhua High knew that Xu Feng, from Class Three, feared nothing under heaven, except for one thing:

If Du Jiayi's eyes got red, he would have gladly put on a dress and danced for her, just to make her happy.

His favoritism was so obvious, so intense, that it only made his cruelty seem worse.

Love that is given and then taken back is worse than never receiving it at all.

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During a game of Truth or Dare, Du Jiayi lost. Faced with the painfully cliched question, “Is there anyone here you like?”, she chose a dare.

She picked up a guitar, though she couldn't play, and strummed a song.

It was obvious she wasn't familiar with it, and she even played a few notes wrong.

Someone asked, “Why did you learn such an old song?”

It was a love song, too.

Du Jiayi touched the strings and replied, “It was a birthday present.”

Her friend laughed. “You got that song as a birthday present?”

“Yeah. I was going to use it to confess.”

“How did it go?”

“I never got to sing it.”

Du Jiayi spoke casually, but the person beside her clenched a fist and downed the drink in front of him.

That night, Xu Feng, a little drunk, cornered Du Jiayi and sang that old song to her.

At last, the song written seven years ago had its lyrics, and the confession made seven years too late finally got an answer.

That day, Xu Feng whispered “I love you” in Du Jiayi's ear again and again.

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