Snow Comes Tonight

|HE

On the night they broke up, a heavy snow fell over the capital.

He stood before her, his expression cool. “I have to get married.”

Those five words left her mind sluggish for a moment. She stared blankly for several seconds before quietly replying, “All right.”

She had always known her place. In his circle, she could be his girlfriend for a while, then obediently leave when he was ready to marry. She knew this was the best their relationship could ever be.

She lowered her head. “Then I’ll leave Beijing tomorrow.”

He fell silent for a long time.

The snow grew heavier before he finally said in a low voice, “You can keep the house you lived in. I’ll give you three million in savings, and you can keep all the jewelry, clothes, and cars I bought you... Is there anything else you want?”

She knew he didn’t want any ties outside his marriage, so she answered softly and meekly, “No.”

A week later, news of his engagement came.

Three weeks later, she found out she was pregnant.

When she left the hospital, the snow still hadn’t stopped. She remembered a winter during their relationship when heavy snow had blanketed the capital, too.

He had come out of Fuyou Street, his uniform hidden beneath his overcoat, and waited for her by the roadside for two whole hours.

She hurried over, panting, and looked up apologetically. “I thought you’d gone home.”

He held an umbrella and looked at her.

It was dark by then. The dim streetlight shone from behind his left side. Snow had soaked half his body, while the other half was lost in the gloom.

His lips parted. “I won’t go home if you don’t show up.”

Now.

He was really going to have a home, with another woman.

[The life you lived after leaving Beijing.]

2025.3.10 (Revised edition 6.28)

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[Upcoming historical romance, Zheng Zheng. Blurb]

|Abduction and possession, then rekindled love

In her previous life, Zheng Zheng was the wife of a powerful minister. On her wedding day, rebel forces surrounded the city, their armies at the gates, and the people were gripped by panic.

The general defending the city asked the rebels’ terms in a trembling voice.

The rebel leader, Xiao Duo, smiled faintly. “Send me your Fourteenth Princess.”

That night, the bridal sedan went out, but the one inside, still dressed in her red wedding gown, was Zheng Zheng.

On the second day after she entered his tent, Zheng Zheng could barely get out of bed.

Xiao Duo was domineering and arrogant, crude and lustful. When he discovered he had been deceived, he bore a grudge, showed no restraint, and humiliated her at will.

His harem was crowded with women, and Hu beauties surrounded him. Zheng Zheng had no place to stand.

Zheng Zheng thought he must have hated her with all his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have treated her that way during those years in the northern desert.

She was so frail when she gave birth to a child,

and she died, while the child did not survive either.

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Later, she saw Xiao Duo once again.

In the drizzling rain, he sat astride a tall horse, holding the reins. He was drenched, and a large patch of the fox fur on his shoulder was soaked, as if he had galloped a long way to get there.

Zheng Zheng’s slender body shuddered a few times.

She turned away, not daring to look at him.

That night, rain beat down beyond the curtains as he shoved her into a side room.

The nights were deep in spring, heavy with dew. As her lapels fell open, she trembled like a flower petal on a branch, quivering in the cold wind. Her eyes brimmed with fear. “My lord, I don’t know you...”

In this life, she didn’t want to stay by his side again.

But somehow, those words enraged him.

Xiao Duo stared at her for a long moment, then gave a cold laugh. “Madam Chen doesn’t know me?”

His eyes overflowed with hatred, and the smile on his lips grew ever more cruel. He was like a demon from the underworld, still covered in the flames of his past-life sins.

“Then why did you betray Lord Chen and marry me in your previous life, and even bear me a bastard?”

Xiao Duo clamped a hand around Zheng Zheng’s neck, nearly choking the life out of her. His voice trembled. “Our child is dead.”

“When Zheng Zheng poured out her heart to another man on his bed, did she ever fear he would come back to claim her life?”

[He is a demon who crawled out of hell, a vengeful ghost come to collect his debt from a past life.]

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[Reader’s guide]

1. This is a melodramatic story, so please don’t overanalyze it.

2. More will be added as I think of it.

2026.3.2

Theme: True love conquers all