JJWXC catalogue
Books by A Style That Makes No Rain
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From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Your Return Came Too Late 君归迟
Their ideals and wishes. While writing, I dreamed of them riding horses across the grasslands. And so this escape came to be. Theme: Building from nothing, enduring every setback, and fighting the Xiongnu.
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With the Crown Prince 与储君
Zhu Xiuyin had two names, two identities, and two bodies living in different years. She kept company with two princes of different ages. The first was only a teenager, and said to her pitifully, "A Yin, stay with me in the Cold Palace for the rest of our lives." The second was past thirty, decisive and ruthless. He told her, "I will become the ruler who stands at the very top." Every day, she lived in two different eras, keeping company with two princes whose temperaments could not have been mo
43Favorites—Clicks/ch5Gifts
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None of Us Are Guilty 我们都没有罪
The woman Zhou Ye knew ran off, leaving behind a child nobody wanted to raise, and dumped the kid on him. A broken-down bed and a windowless basement were all they had. Freak × scumbag Age gap, size difference. Amoral, cowardly, bottom of society. One willing to hit, the other willing to take it. They depend on each other to survive. The first 150,000 words set things up. New readers, enter at your own risk. Theme: The other side of society you've never seen
34Favorites213Clicks/ch22Gifts
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Quicksand 流沙
Chinese Model × German Photographer Germany | Reincarnation | A Fatalistic Story of Failure Liao Lingding is different from everyone else. When she learns how an event will end, time has often only just reached the moment it begins. Just as she knew from the first moment she saw that man that they would never be together. “So what?” Liao Lingding didn’t care in the slightest. The 197th time she approached him, she kissed him in front of his mother. “Even if we’re going to part in the end, noth
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Beneath His Skin 他皮下
When he woke up, he had nothing. No face, nose, mouth, head, limbs, or torso. All that remained were a few broken lines of text drifting around him, connected by some incomprehensible logic and shaped in bizarre, contorted forms. Of those strange, twisted symbols, only a few remained in his memory. "Name, XXX." Theme: We have long kept company with loneliness
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