A New Dawn at the Little Pavilion

[The blurb still needs a little work]

Wang Shiliu Niang was mute. Her clan said she was born ill-omened, so she was locked away in a small attic from childhood.

The attic was old and cramped. Other than books and dust, it held nothing.

Luckily, she loved to read.

Wang Shiliu Niang read many books. Sadly, she wasn't very clever. She understood the words but not the wisdom between the lines.

Only one collection of essays truly touched her heart.

The young man in the book was dashing and elegant, a carefree, bright-hearted gentleman, the most charming man in the world.

Whenever Wang Shiliu Niang turned its pages, she felt that tomorrow's sun would surely shine into the decaying attic and brighten everything.

Wang Shiliu Niang died at fourteen.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to three hundred years earlier and become the Sixteenth Miss of the Wang clan of Taiyuan.

She was born into a distinguished family, and her parents treasured her like a pearl.

Most importantly, the young man who wrote the book had also lived three hundred years ago, and he too was born into the Wang clan of Taiyuan.

At last, she had the chance to meet him!

But the person she met was a gloomy, pale boy.

In the pouring rain, the boy sat beneath a crumbling low wall, coughing up clots of blood as he looked at her with scorn and mockery.

He made no effort to hide his loathing.

Wang Shiliu Niang was at a loss.

She parted her lips and, for the first time, forced out the unfamiliar words: "I... I'm not bad..."

The boy tilted his head and sneered. "Are you a little mute?"

Honestly... why is he like this?

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#Sincere x Suspicious

#Because you like it, it'll be just the way you like it

#The male lead is the idol himself

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I leisurely climb the little pavilion to admire the clearing skies.

How many tales of old and new, as fishermen's songs rise at midnight.

Theme: Destruction and renewal