Autumn Waters Stretch to the Sky

[The major revision is complete. I am not responsible for pirated copies.]

[A barely alive, shameless, cold-hearted male lead x a money-loving, unscrupulous female lead who's a hoodlum of the jianghu]

Do you remember crossing the half-mile bridge over Qingxi? Not a single old red board remains. Autumn waters stretch beneath the vast sky, with few people passing by. The cold, quiet sunset remains, and only one willow tree bends its waist.

Reader's guide:

- Both leads are non-virgins.

- Eight-year age gap.

- Serious story with a tragic ending.

- Everything in the story is fictional. Locations, ranks, and other details are the author's inventions and should not be compared to real life.

Coming soon:

"After Pingxi"

Small-town fiction, unrequited love, youth, and the rainy season.

Blurb for the new story:

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For the first seventeen years of my life, I was always with Chen Zhou. We ate from the same bowl, slept in the same bed, and drank milk from the same breast.

They say a mother's milk is her blood. Sometimes I wonder if some of that shared blood still flows in our bodies.

Chen Zhou said we grew up in Pingxi, and our roots are planted in Pingxi. So after Pingxi, I never saw him again.

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When I was fifteen, my mom, dad, and I prayed at the temple, asking the gods to help me get into Yuzhong. Two of my best friends enrolled at the same time: a girl I'd known since childhood, and a boy I'd grown up with. I liked my childhood friend Chen Zhou, and Chen Zhou liked my childhood friend Li Sifan.

I thought it was Heaven's punishment for not studying hard and sneaking glances at trashy romance novels in class. It poured a bucket of melodrama all over my life.

So I learned my lesson. I tied my hair to the beam and pricked my thigh with an awl, studying late into the night, and barely managed to keep up with the exhaust fumes of Chen Zhou and Li Sifan's car.

But I've got a good attitude. I don't stoop to their level. Compared with people who aren't as good as me, I'm still the boss.

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The story took a turn in my second year of high school. The paths of Chen Zhou and me, which had gradually drifted apart, were pulled back together. We were bound together, bones broken but sinews still connected.

Chen Zhou and I lay side by side on the narrow bed in the room, just like when we were children. Chen Zhou said, "Xie Qiang, should we die together for love?"

I said, "For whose sake? Yours? Then you'd have to go before me, so I could die for you."

He said, "I'll die for you, and you'll die for me. We'll keep each other company on the road to the underworld."

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Unrequited love, small-town fiction, melodrama, old-school fiction, and a touch of ensemble cast.

(The story next door, "Westbound Journey," is still being polished.)

Theme: Amid the turmoil of the jianghu, you and I cannot escape our fate.