A Song to Reach the Stars

The completed long-form novel in my collection: She Is Poisonous and Silent

Early story: frail mute girl X gentle crown prince

Later story: cold-blooded assassin X scheming new emperor

My new novel, Twelve Years to Marry You, is in my collection. Its blurb is below this novel's blurb.

[This novel's blurb]

I imprisoned the immortal Lord Wei Yun, waiting for him to say he was sorry.

I severed his spiritual roots and cut off his spiritual consciousness. His cultivation of more than a thousand years was wiped out, leaving him powerless and devoid of spiritual energy.

I healed him, then hurt him. Hurt him, then healed him again. I wanted the physical pain to make him feel the indescribable anguish and bitterness in my heart.

But I never got that apology. Instead, I got a knife strike he'd been biding his time to deliver.

At the instant the blade pointed at my throat, I had no desire to fight back at all.

I suddenly remembered a hundred years ago, when he held me in his arms as I lost control.

He had said gently, "It's all right now."

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The first take on the doppelganger trope is in my collection.

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Twelve Years to Marry You

Mo Qijun thought her savior was the sort who seemed cold but was warmhearted underneath. She never expected him not only to deceive her, but also to use her.

What a heartless man!

Well, she thought, she could consider it repayment for saving her life.

With that, she turned and married the boy she'd loved since she was young.

Then one day, that heartless man showed up at her door again.

What did he want now?

Between the man who appeared out of nowhere and her childhood sweetheart, hadn't she already made her choice?

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Lin Shuyun thought he had long since lost the ability to feel anything for anyone.

In his original plan, Mo Qijun's life had meant nothing to him.

He never expected it to begin with using her and end with falling for her.

Both times she left him, it broke his heart.

The first time, she chose to marry someone else. He was like a stray dog peeking at someone else's happiness, doing what he had always wanted to do but unable to focus, and could only numb himself with alcohol.

Drunk and unable to tell reality from illusion, he pinned her between his arms as she tried to escape. He pressed close, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and lifted her pale chin.

His usually desireless eyes were full of wanting her to give him everything.

"A Qi, I was the one who saved your life."

A heated, deep kiss fell along with his hoarse voice.

"You belong to me."

The second time, she was at death's door. Holding her, he bent his usually straight back, and all his former pride and arrogance sank beneath his knees.

He threw himself into the search, asking renowned masters for help and begging his enemies, exhausting every means available to him.

At last, with nowhere else to turn, all color drained from his face. In utter despair, he prayed to the gods and Buddhas he had never believed in, asking to trade his life for hers.

"If I have nothing left to offer, then let my soul be the matchmaker and my spirit the betrothal gift. Let my bones become the brush, my blood stain the marriage contract. I will marry you for twelve years; may we never part, year after year."

Theme: I love you, and I always will.