Young Master, You Are Ill: Without Jade, I Cannot Cure You

(The author’s new book, “Wait, Miss, Take Me Along,” is available to read.) In Xiao Yu’er’s memories, Shen Li’an was refined and elegant, with the gentle bearing of bamboo. He was a handsome man like a cool breeze beneath a bright moon, and had almost no temper at all. Whenever they argued, he was always the first to give in. In fact, the arguments were entirely one-sided, because he believed a married couple should treat each other with courtesy, and there was no need to argue. But how could you love someone without ever caring about anything? She was greedy for his affection, only to discover that in his eyes, she was merely a responsibility. He was a good man; she was the one at fault. Her one-sided love and self-important devotion had earned her nothing but his quiet, dispassionate sigh. His voice was still gentle, yet it left her feeling more helpless than ever. Even when she later died of poison, she never blamed him. She had fallen in love with him, so she was the one who had done wrong. She had never imagined she would be reborn. Faced with another turning point in her life, all she wanted this time was to find someone warm and live out her days in peace. A cruel, sickly smile curled his lips. He gripped her by the throat, a dark crimson glint flashing in his shadowy eyes. “Be good, Yu’er. Don’t make a fuss.”