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Books by Clouds Drape the Sleeves
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The Hunt 物色
Song Qitang searched high and low before choosing her bodyguard, Jiang Yanxing, to be her lover. People teased that Jiang Yanxing was a dog kept by Miss Song, obeying her every command. But beneath that dog’s face was a wolf. He brought down the Song family and personally sent Song Qitang, the woman who had caused his childhood friend’s death, to court. From then on, Star City’s brightest jewel was ground into the dirt. * Later, with Jiang Yanxing surrounded on all sides, the mastermind behind i
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Moonlight Through the Thorns 荆棘月光
[To me, even life, aging, illness, and death can't compare to the thought of you eventually marrying someone else. Lu Yanchen] Through all those turbulent years that Lu Yanchen never even noticed, Qin Qian fought through every obstacle to build him a city, giving him the most peaceful days the world had to offer. Then that person left, and the city crumbled. Lu Yanchen went from a man who had the whole world to a puppet with nothing. * Years after they parted, Lu Yanchen crossed oceans, battered
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Fitting Into Place 入扣
Sheng Weining is the canary Cheng Yanchi keeps, utterly obedient to him. Until one day, the canary escapes her cage and even pecks him. * In the past, she always bent herself to please him. Through the drifting smoke, Cheng Yanchi looks down at Sheng Weining from on high. “You can’t afford to have me.” Years later, they play at being lovers. Sheng Weining’s face is as lovely as a flowering crabapple. The man pins her by the waist, trapping her in his arms, his hoarse voice brushing her ear. “Try
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Twin Jades 双玦
That night, a blood moon hung in the sky, and the Star-Picking Terrace blazed with lights. Yan Ling stood by the railing and cut off her long hair. Her red robes were as hauntingly beautiful as flowers at the end of their bloom. “Xiao Fengqing, I would descend to the Yellow Springs and enter hell for you. Did you ever feel even the slightest bit of sincerity toward me?” Xiao Fengqing stood tall and graceful, his expression indifferent. “Never.” Yan Ling burst into laughter and leaped into the bo
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