Xue Huai sold his life to Yun Cuo.... more>>

He ran away from home for him, wield a knife for him, and died in battle for him, just to end up earning the title of “incompetent protector.”

After his death, his ashes were placed on the head of the bed by Yun Cuo, and even the soil was loosening well.

After hearing about this, Xue Huai was so angry that he became a haunted ghost and prepared to go to Yun Cuo’s bed to scare people.

But only to see the cold and arrogant Emperor facing his ashes, crying and trembling.

Before he could fully understand the situation, he was reborn.

He thought to himself: It seems a bit pitiful, but let’s avoid the boss in this lifetime.

The clever young master of the Xue family, who had been spoiled growing up, changed his attitude, listened to his family, and went to a place 108,000 miles away to cultivate.

That early spring, when he was cultivating, the person he had been avoiding suddenly appeared and blocked him under the pear tree, saying “I heard that you are good at doing homework. Help me with my teacher’s homework, can you?”

The young man was as sharp as a knife. He tried hard and gave him a somewhat awkward smile.

*

Is there snow tonight, is there no snow tonight?

I only dream about idle people, not about you. <<less

Ning Shiting followed Wang Gu Feiyin for ten years. For him, he broke off an engagement, forwent his open-hearted path to immortality, and laid down his sword to enter the palace. ... more>>

Young and without title or name, he was ultimately poisoned to death with a cup of wine. Reborn at the age of seventeen, he let go of his obsessions and only sought a letter of divorce. Life in the residence was lonely, with only him and the disabled young heir living under the same roof, their paths rarely crossing.

Knowing that Gu Tingshuang would later stage a coup, kill his father, and become a tyrant, and also knowing the hardships the child faced after his mother’s early death, Ning Shiting took care to guide him and accompany him gently, hoping he would find more peace and less violence.

However, one summer, while resting with his eyes closed in the courtyard, he overheard the servants urging the heir to choose a bride.

Around the corner of the study, the young man in the wheelchair, with a cold and ruthless demeanour, sneered, “Why do I need a bride? I only want the one in the courtyard.”

“I will write his divorce letter.”

“I will issue his remarriage certificate.”

In this new life, unexpectedly, he became the white moonlight of the tyrant, the red mole on his indifferent heart.

***

At ten years old, Gu Tingshuang’s mother died, and his spiritual roots were destroyed, leaving him confined to a wheelchair for life.

At fourteen, his father brought an “old friend” into the prince’s residence, setting up the new chamber in the old room.

That night, he broke in with a knife, his voice filled with anger: “Get out.”

The young man took off his veil and looked at him.

His eyes were clear, calm, and beautiful.

For the next ten years, he became the sole obsession in his heart.

For him, he practiced cultivation, entered the mortal world, wielded his sword to protect him, and severed all ties.

Because he was the only remaining light in his life.

When I met you, it was ten years of hearing the frost.

After meeting you, the spring breeze turned into rain.

A healing love story, with the same sweet flavour as before, mostly sweet with occasional heartbreak—80% sugar, 20% knife.

Ten years of drinking ice cannot cool the hot blood. <<less

Lin Shuicheng was born with good looks. He had a red tear mole at the corner of his eye that was particularly tempting. ... more>>

The first time Fu Luoyin saw him, he brought him home without even asking his name.

Other people said that Second Young Master Fu had fallen in love at first sight, but only Fu Luoyin knew that the boy before him didn’t need a name, because he was fated to stay by his side as a mere substitute.

Afterwards, he gradually realized that Lin Shuicheng had never asked his name, either.

(Once he knew the truth, the gong shed tears.)

Passerby 1: Are you sure that the research institute’s brilliant, outstanding, stunning top student who’s skilled in the boardroom and the kitchen should really be…your substitute? I recommend seeing an optometrist.

Childhood Friend 2: What? He’s a substitute? That’s wonderful—if you don’t take him seriously, I will! Sister-in-Law, please take a look at me!

Counselor 3: Someone like you wants to sleep with my student? Hah.

Father 4: Darling, we’re not worthy of him, so let him go.

The cold, elite gong, who was a winner since birth and rich as a small country: “…”

#The whole world wants to cuckold me
#Everyone’s persuading me to break up
#Damn, he doesn’t even remember my birthday
#He actually spelled my name wrong
#He doesn’t love me! <<less