Psychological
When I Had Another Personality
The day Fu Chengbi broke up with me, I got into a car accident.
I didn’t die.
The one who died was the personality inside me that loved him.
Murdering Cinderella
The Prince was searching the entire city for the girl who had lost a Crystal Slipper.
My Stepsister stole my shoe, falsely claiming that she was the one who had danced with the Prince the night before.
Little did she know, the Prince had committed a murder that night.
And I was the only eyewitness.
My 1997
In 2004, he used my body to pay off his gambling debts.
I didn’t blame him.
I only remembered that clean-cut nineteen-year-old boy back in 1997, and the purity in his eyes when he handed me a White Rabbit Milk Candy.
Later, he became successful.
He replaced the faded fake around my neck with a heavy gold chain.
He used a three-carat diamond ring to buy my silence regarding the women he kept on the side.
Later, when a business partner groped my thigh, he simply turned his head away to light a cigarette. “It’s not like you’re losing a limb.”
I dragged my suitcase into the rain and never looked back.
After that, I went on blind dates, got married, and spent my days in a cubicle, studying for certifications and working overtime.
He eventually found me, looking like a gambler who had lost everything, his eyes terrifyingly bloodshot. “Since you’re willing to marry just anyone from a blind date… then, why couldn’t that person be me?”
I smiled.
Elder Brother, I never wanted any of those things.
I only wanted that summer in 1997, before that piece of candy had even melted in my palm.
I have become my own shore; no one can push me into the sea ever again.
Unfaithful
My five-year unrequited love has come to an end.
It ended because Shen Chen’s “white moonlight,” Su Yue, has returned.
Half a month ago, on the first day of autumn, I made some stewed pear soup to bring to Shen Chen.
Shen Chen smokes constantly and never listens when I tell him to stop, so I’ve made it a habit to prepare stewed pears with fritillary bulbs for him whenever the seasons change.
When I arrived, Shen Chen opened the door shirtless.
As the door swung wide, the air in the room smelled thick and suggestive. The scent of body wash clinging to him was the very one we had bought together.
I looked down and immediately spotted a pair of round-toed, mid-heel shoes. They were cute, yet they felt like an eyesore.
“Who is it?” a sweet, cloying female voice called out from the bedroom.
Shen Chen took the pear soup from my hands. His eyes were filled with guilt, but he prioritized his options in an instant.
“It’s just delivery.”
He Called It Love, She Called It Revenge
Everyone says my Little Aunt climbed her way to the top using her body.
They claim she used the excuse of caring for me to sneak into my husband’s room every night.
People curse her for being shameless, accusing her of defiling even her own niece’s husband.
But she simply handed me a piece of candy and said, “Yingying, in this life, we will survive together.”
Redemption Fairy Tale
During our sophomore year of high school, the underprivileged student my childhood friend had been sponsoring transferred to our school.
She was plain, rustic, and awkward, yet her eyes carefully concealed a crush on Xiao Yunzhou.
Everyone at school mocked her for her wishful thinking, and they warned me with heavy hearts:
“Huaishan, you’d better be careful. Having Wei Xiaoyun stick to Xiao Yunzhou is like getting a piece of gum caught in your hair-you’ll never get rid of her.”
“Having someone like that hovering around your childhood friend every day is honestly disgusting.”
“Exactly, Huaishan. It’s not the thief you should fear, but the one who’s always watching. Sooner or later, you’re going to suffer at Wei Xiaoyun’s hands.”
When the Flowers Fell Again
By the time the Female Lead appeared, I was already pregnant with Zhou Shiyu’s child.
I failed to fight against fate. He once risked everything to break off his engagement with her for my sake, but eventually, he grew to hate me to his very core. Even a single glance at me filled him with nothing but disgust.
Finally, I grew tired of it all. I let go of our tangled emotions and even gave up on the child.
It wasn’t until an evening six years later.
A young child knocked on my door.
With a stern, stoic expression that mimicked an adult, he said, “My dad doesn’t want me anymore. Can I stay with you?”
Running to You, Zhizhi
On the day I confessed to my crush, I suddenly discovered that I was just cannon fodder in a novel.
A sudden System notification informed me that the man standing before me was the Male Lead.
The plot was about to kick off, and the Female Lead would soon be making her grand entrance.
It was destiny; I was fated to be nothing more than a background character.
Suddenly, my rebellious streak flared up.
Before anyone could react, I leaned in and planted a loud kiss right on the Male Lead’s cheek.
Both the System and the Male Lead were frozen in shock.
The Lie of Platonic Love
My boyfriend insisted on a Platonic relationship, believing that carnal desire was a sin.
Just for trying to kiss him, he sent me away for “spiritual purification.”
The purification worked.
I no longer felt any desire for him.
However, my desire for other men doubled.
Later, as he stared at the hickey on my collarbone, he started acting like a lunatic in public again.
“Must you insist on falling into the abyss of sin?!”
His friend pulled me onto his lap, kissing my hand with a smirk. “I’ve committed a crime. Why don’t you call the police and have me arrested?”
Ghost Mother
I am the most ferocious, terrifying entity in the horror movie world.
I had finally saved up enough points to visit the daughter I once had.
But when I found her, she had already been adopted into a wealthy family.
Bullet comments drifted across the air:
“Just a few of them, and the female lead takes them all with a smile.”
“What have they turned her into? She went from fighting for her life to crying and begging for it.”
“To be fair, she’s pretty unlucky. She ended up crossing these rich brats who aren’t afraid of anything.”
I looked at my daughter, clutching her backpack and trembling slightly, and the group of boys surrounding her.
They aren’t afraid of anything? I wonder if that includes ghosts.