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Books by 一枝春山
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You Stole My Spring 误我春时
One spring, Ye Qingwu went with her parents to the Xie residence in Zhangxi to wish Mr. Xie a happy birthday. Mr. Xie sat in the main seat of the hall, with his friends and Zhangxi's most respected elders seated below him. One man stood out as strange. He was barely in his twenties, yet sat to Mr. Xie's left, quietly sipping tea. She wished Mr. Xie a happy birthday. When she looked up, her eyes met the man's. His deep eyes were etched into her mind in that instant, and she never forgot them in a
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A Little Eatery from the Start 开局一座小食楼
[A little diner from the start, make your own fortune and get rich!] Shen Qiuyin unexpectedly died and became bound to a System. The System brought her to another world, where she had neither father nor mother and was all alone. Fortunately, she had a little diner to her name, so things weren't too bad! But everything was different from what she had imagined! The System she had imagined: "Give the Host a golden finger, and the Host will rake in the cash!" Shen Qiuyin's System: "Host, complete
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A Little Eatery on Taoyuan Street (Next Book) 桃源街里小食肆（下一本）
The Peach Blossom Spring Eatery is serving up a storm Blurb coming soon. Theme: The simple things are what matter most
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Hard to Cross Cold Mountain 难渡寒山
In Jingnan, on the Pinghuai River, Nanshan Yue's performance of A Dream in the Garden brought the whole city to a standstill. Back then, Huo Huaichu sat on the riverbank, legs crossed, his expression distant. When he met her, she had already stopped performing opera. She spent her days sitting in her home, gazing at the sky enclosed by its walls, sorrow plainly written in her eyes. Everyone said opera singers had no feelings. Only he knew that beneath her proud, unyielding spirit, she held he
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A Letter from Across the Ocean 远洋来信
The Bodhisattva lowers her gaze; the Vajra glares in wrath. The temple was packed with people, and Zhao Pingzhi spotted Zhou Jinzhen painting a Bodhisattva in a corner at a glance. He loved the young woman and used every means to win her over, only to push her away in the year she loved him most. When they parted, she said, “Play a murder mystery game with me?” He said, “All right.” “Zhao Pingzhi, I still became your bride.” “Jinzhen, there’s no future for us.” In the dim light, the young wom
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The Summer Solstice of the Eighth Year 第八年夏至
Pingpo Temple is the busiest temple in the south of the capital. One day, it suddenly announced that it was closing its doors. The reason was that Zhou Songyi had died. Xia Changbai was an internationally renowned psychiatrist. He had saved countless lives, but he couldn't save Zhou Songyi. At first, she would always say, "Xia Changbai, I like you. I like you so, so much." But later, all she could say was, "Xia Changbai, I don't like you. Could you stay away from me?" He only smiled. "It's all
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