Nestling

#The wings of a fledgling, not yet grown, were broken, and she was forced to become a nestling that could never fly.

#They met by chance at the ends of the earth. From that day on, the little bird soared to great heights, all because she met you.

1. Ding Yan studied painting for ten years but failed to get into the art academy she wanted. She ended up at a vocational art school instead.

She failed to get a civil service job and couldn't land a secure position, so she settled for working at a tiny studio, making a living by copying paintings.

She had no house, no car, and no partner. She was small and thin, and aside from her big eyes, there was nothing especially striking about her looks.

After a few years of working, she could already see what her future held:

A lonely, impoverished life, passing in silence!

But when she was twenty-five, on a night with a particularly fierce sea breeze, she suddenly made a startling decision.

She decided to find Song Xinlan, whom she'd had a crush on for ten years, and confess her feelings.

She didn't expect him to accept. She just wanted to find him, and if she could manage to coax him into bed, that one experience would be enough to sustain her through the loneliness of the rest of her life.

Song Xinlan had once been the apple of his grandparents' eyes and his parents' darling.

Now he was the disgrace of his family, a loser and a failure everyone looked down on.

He lived in a farmhouse on the remote northwestern frontier, owning nothing but the camera he loved. He had no money and had achieved nothing.

Then, on an autumn day when the hills were ablaze with red five-pointed maples, a big-eyed girl suddenly appeared in his viewfinder.

Her smile was charming, her eyes bright and beautiful.

She slowly came closer, blushing as she smiled at him and said she'd liked him for ten years.

Faced with such a bold confession, Song Xinlan did what any loser would do:

He turned and ran.

But the next day, the girl appeared on the road where he was out sketching.

On the third day, she showed up in the mountains where he was taking pictures.

On the fourth day...

The palm holding Song Xinlan's camera grew sweaty. His face flushed and his heart raced as he asked the girl, whose name was Ding Yan, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

She only smiled at him, her cheeks even redder than his.

And so the two of them got together, and their days were as sweet as honey.

But only six months later, the girl named Ding Yan disappeared without a trace, as silently as she'd arrived.

All she left Song Xinlan was a simple, flowing-line sketch of a big-eyed female loser, smiling through her tears.

2. Everyone in the Linjiang business district knew that Song Xinlan, the wealthy young heir of the Song family, was untouchable.

He'd spent ten years dabbling in art, then suddenly gave it up one day and went home to inherit the family business.

When people dealt with him in business, they discovered that he wasn't some naive, sheltered artist who couldn't handle the real world.

On the contrary, he was perceptive, deft at dealing with people, tall and fit, and handsome.

People flocked to him, bringing beautiful women, status, and wealth, all for him to choose from.

But Song Xinlan's gaze never lingered on anyone.

He was aloof and restrained, distant and indifferent, seemingly unmoved by all the bustle around him.

But no one knew that what he did most often was search desperately through the crowds around him for the person he held in his heart, the one he could never forget.

#Originally titled The Loser in Her First Love

#Some people can't love because the right person hasn't appeared yet.

#Sensitive, impulsive little bunny x cool, restrained big bad wolf

Blurb written on December 14, 2023, screenshot archived.

The next historical transmigration story I plan to write is Having a Hard Time for That Foolish Emperor. Please add it to your collection!

Xiao Wuyi was born into a powerful family and destined for a life of privilege.

At fifteen, she married into the imperial family. At eighteen, the old emperor died.

As a member of the illustrious Xiao clan, Xiao Wuyi supported the young ruler as Empress Dowager and governed from behind the scenes.

The court was corrupt, with powerful relatives and eunuchs abusing their authority without restraint.

Xiao Wuyi shielded the young emperor and used an iron hand to restore order to the court.

Traitors were executed behind the vermilion gates of the Secretariat. The green bricks of the Censorate ran red with blood. Three thousand eunuchs were beheaded.

Their remains were burned in the streets, and the flames did not die down for a month.

But before she could fulfill her ambitions, she was accused of being "a hen crowing at dawn," a woman usurping power.

Poison was poured down her throat, her hands were cut off, and she was thrown into a pit of venomous snakes.

The one who had poisoned her with his own hands was the eight-year-old Li Mingxian, the young emperor she'd treated as her own child!

The traitors standing behind the young emperor with bloodstained weapons were members of the Xiao clan, whom she'd protected single-handedly for years.

Filled with regret, bitten by snakes, Xiao Wuyi died, her soul extinguished.

But her spirit endured, and she transmigrated into the body of Pan Xiaoyu, a dancing girl in a pleasure house fifteen years later.

Looking at herself in her new body, Xiao Wuyi watched as she danced with bare feet and an exposed belly for a group of bloated, powerful nobles.

A cold smile spread across her exquisite, irresistibly seductive face.

Li Mingxian was eight years old, a young emperor with no control over his own life.

He had no say in anything.

He once thought that as long as the cold, merciless Empress Dowager died, he would be free.

That obsession made him watch helplessly as Xiao Wuyi was poisoned, then thrown into a snake pit.

Only after the person who had always protected him disappeared did he learn what it meant to be utterly alone.

Fifteen years later, Emperor Mingxian was twenty-three.

Confined to his sickbed, the emperor, who had spent years suppressing his desires and keeping to himself, glanced at Pan Xiaoyu, a dancer presented by the Imperial Music Bureau.

His eyes, weary to the point of exhaustion, closed, then opened again.

They fixed unwaveringly on her slender waist.

Reader's Guide:

* The focus is on romance. They are unrelated by blood and there is no generational difference between them.

* The emperor is not foolish, and the heroine has no intimate relationship with his father, the previous emperor.

* From the lowest-ranking palace servant in a side hall, she returns to the Honghan Hall of Taiji Palace as its mistress.

Blurb updated on November 14, 2023, at 5:30 p.m., screenshot saved.

The next fantasy novel I plan to write is Little Taoist Maiden, No Strings Attached. Please add it to your preorders!

The little Taoist maiden Yin Chang was originally just a young girl living at the foot of Peach Blossom Mountain.

A demonic Taoist captured her and took her up the mountain, intending to turn her into a vengeful ghost and use her to harm people.

For some reason, the demonic Taoist changed his mind.

He spared her life and taught Yin Chang all kinds of crooked tricks.

When Yin Chang turned seventeen, the demonic Taoist's natural lifespan ran out.

He took advantage of the still-naive little Taoist maiden and made Yin Chang promise to take responsibility for him.

So, in an ancient temple lit by a single lamp, one promise cost her three hundred years of cultivation, bringing flesh back to bones and restoring life to the dead.

From then on, the cultivation world had a new prodigy with a peerless natural gift: Luo Yinhe.

Many years later, Luo Yinhe ran Yin Chang through the heart with his sword, and she vanished into ashes. As she lay dying, she remembered the past and thought, Huh. So when two people love each other and both want it, you don't have to take responsibility after all.

It was all because she was young and ignorant back then~

Luo Yinhe earned great merit by vanquishing demons and became the foremost figure in the Immortal Realm, unrivaled across the three mountains and four seas. Yet on the day he was honored as a supreme immortal, memories of his past and present lives came flooding back, along with the love at first sight beneath Peach Blossom Mountain. At that moment, the supreme immortal entered the demonic path.

* The journey doesn't matter; the ending is HE.

* The setting is entirely author-invented.

Theme: As long as you don't give up, there's hope.