Desolate Summer

● My next novel is Bai Jia Lan Shan: a cocky, devoted bad boy × a well-behaved girl. The blurb is at the bottom. Visit my author page to add it to your reading list!

This novel's blurb↓

[Top Students: Boy × Girl]

[Atypical Short Campus Romance, Tragic Ending]

1.

The young man carrying water had short hair and wore an oversized black T-shirt that didn't fit him, making his slender build look even more pronounced. His tall, thin frame was soaked with sweat. The outdoor temperature was enough to leave anyone drenched.

Ye Guyue looked at his back and called out, "Since you're doing that anyway, could you carry this jug straight over to the water dispenser for me?"

2.

Ye Guyue seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around, puzzled. She caught sight of his face. The young man, with a scar on his forehead, looked back at her.

Something inside her came crashing down. It was like the sound of a long-buried gap in an ancient glacier being shattered by a sudden blow... This... This person looked so familiar. How could he look so much like...

Her heart gave a violent shudder. It was him!

3.

(Like a person in a shirt as white as snow, that pure face of theirs, how did it become so obscured that its original features could no longer be seen? A life that once made a dazzling entrance, now covered in wounds. Quoted from Pu Shu's "The Years of Innocence")

My next novel, Bai Jia Lan Shan. Please add it to your reading list! Blurb below↓

[Cocky, Devoted Bad Boy × Well-Behaved Girl]

1.

Zhong Jing was afraid of that boy who was like a mad dog.

When she was little, she once saw him whip a flock of big white geese marching up a slope with a drenched rattan cane, knocking them to the ground.

The little boy crouched among the bloodied geese and smiled at her, cruel and brazen.

She was so scared she ran off and lost one of her little cotton shoes.

As luck would have it, Zhong Jing met the person she feared again.

On registration day at Nanhui High School, he strode across campus in a blue-and-white uniform, brimming with confidence. His perfect face was full of wild arrogance.

He had somehow become an outstanding student whom everyone at school admired from afar.

But Zhong Jing alone knew he was no good.

She did her best to avoid him during the first few days of school.

2.

As if that weren't enough, they were not only classmates, but seatmates, too.

He casually tossed a thick stack of textbooks onto the desk, then swung a leg over and sat on it. His sharp eyes lowered as he looked down at her, crammed into the corner by the wall.

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a wicked smile. "What? Are you afraid of me?"

Zhong Jing stared nervously at him with her damp, doe-like eyes. She nodded, then immediately shook her head.

The boy leaned toward her and suddenly swung his hand over.

Trembling in the corner, Zhong Jing instinctively curled into a ball. Eyes squeezed shut, she still managed to speak in a small voice: "Class... class representatives should set a good example and be... be kind to their classmates."

"Be kind to your classmates..."

The expected punch never came. Instead, she heard a mischievous snicker.

On the day of the final exam, Zhong Jing couldn't resist taking out her phone and snapping a picture of the boy asleep with his head on the desk.

To her surprise, he suddenly raised his head. His eyes were unreadable, and his cool, roguish voice followed: "Do you like me?"

"I..."

Zhong Jing staggered backward in fright, her face turning scarlet. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

A playful glint flashed in the boy's eyes. He made a show of straightening his rumpled clothes, then lazily leaned toward her. "Little seatmate, you're so well-behaved. Do you know how to kiss?"

3.

At a class reunion in their first year at work, thunder rumbled outside while everyone inside teased Zhong Jing and a male classmate about getting married.

Suddenly, someone kicked the door open from outside. A haughty, distinguished young man strode in angrily and looked down at her. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her out of the crowd, then pulled her roughly into his arms.

"Kuang Bei, let go of me!"

She struggled, then finally gave up.

The man's eyes were bloodshot. Like a lone wolf yielding to its mate, he spoke in a humble, aggrieved voice: "Who was it that said she'd have my babies one day, and now wants to marry someone else?"

[Gray wolves are devoted to one mate for life. If one mate dies, the other will live alone until death.]

End

Theme: Once you've strayed far from the path, there's no point in turning back when it's already too late.