Then I'll Find Someone Else to Love

The young master is just like the male supporting character in a melodramatic novel: he cries easily, has money, and has been deeply in love with his childhood friend for years.

His childhood friend also has all the makings of a future overbearing CEO.

Of course, since this is a melodramatic novel, on an ordinary day, the young master witnesses his childhood friend bring home an obscure young celebrity.

The celebrity comes from a poor family and is so proud he refuses to bow his head, even in show business.

He’s truly untouched by the mud around him.

The young master doesn’t believe his love will be shattered by someone from outside their world.

But his childhood friend defends the other man again and again, accusing the young master of playing dirty tricks.

And... he even scolds him, because the young master is naturally prone to pain and cries easily, calling him a scheming green tea and a fake white lotus...

A love that never began can’t count as first love.

The young master can simply take back his heart instead of playing the villain in a melodramatic novel, right?

Then, for no apparent reason, he walks straight into someone else’s plan.

That person buries his face in the young master’s neck, wishing he could breathe in every trace of his scent.

The young master is so thoroughly coaxed that he’s left in a daze. But after finally getting to enjoy the nourishment of true love, he discovers that his childhood friend is using every means at his disposal to steal him away.

Even the young celebrity watching them fight reaches out, leaving a string of hints in the young master’s palm with his fingertips...

. Cries uncontrollably, pain-prone, everyone’s favorite, beautiful gong.

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After the Villainous Guide Loses His Voice: My Mute Bride

They all say I have a poisonous tongue, and that I ruin even the sweetest dreams with my words.

But I never understood. I just like telling the truth. What’s wrong with that?

They’re the strange ones, aren’t they?

Every day, they let their spirit forms run wild. After bumping into me, they look at me with clear-eyed stupidity, wag their tails furiously, call me cruel, then run off with their faces flushed red.

I’m cruel? How is it cruel to live for your own happiness?

I just don’t know whose curse came true.

One day, I woke up and couldn’t speak.

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There’s a breathtakingly beautiful guide in the White Tower, prickly all over and keeping everyone at a distance.

No one knows what heartbreak he suffered, but overnight he became quiet and listless.

He just sits quietly to one side, watching everything with a cool gaze.

Instead...

He looks even more delicate and heartbreakingly lovely.

. First-person narration

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Theme: Become a better person through love.