Crossing the Bridge

[My new novel, Let's Be Merry, launches June 1. Please, please, please add it to your favorites!]

[Only money, real young master vs. no heart, fake heiress: pretending turns into real love]

For ten minutes before sunrise and ten minutes after sunset, the sky takes on a tranquil blue.

It was in that quiet blue that Yong Jiasui asked the man beside her for a light to ignite her cigarette.

They stood on Lovers' Bridge until night fell. Yong Jiasui returned to the bar and sang a song for the guests who had booked the whole place.

The guest was generous. When he left, he tucked a tip and a note under a sapphire-studded lighter. The handwriting on the note was bold: Nice voice. Smoke less.

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When they meet again back in China, Yong Jiasui weaves through the crowd and approaches Yu Weiyang. She plucks a cigarette from his hand and slips it between her lips, as if provoking him.

The glass of Lucifer in front of him is nothing special, yet it's the bar's best-selling drink.

Yu Weiyang can't understand why. Yong Jiasui tells him:

"No one can resist something so brilliant and fleeting. It feels a lot like wanting to hold on to someone you can't keep."

Yu Weiyang looks into her eyes, trying to read a little sincerity in them.

"What about you? Have you ever wanted to hold on to me?"

My new novel, Let's Be Merry, is coming soon. Please add it to your favorites!

From middle school to high school, from buses to the subway, Le Tao and Jin Tianzhen traveled together for years.

The moment things began to feel wrong, she had just realized she had missed her stop.

What was even more wrong was that her head was against the window, held steadily in place by his hand.

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Later, when they talked about who fell first, Le Tao insisted it was Jin Tianzhen.

"Really? I seem to remember..."

His gaze swept over her cheek as he casually reminded her,

"Someone blushes even when she's asleep."

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*School story, with a small ensemble cast.

*Young love, first love guaranteed sweet.

Theme: Starting over is nothing to fear