Tragedy
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.
The Good Girl’s Dictionary
I was known for being a good girl. During our five years together, no matter how Liang Yansheng played around behind my back, I obediently endured it all.
Until that day, when I found a pair of stockings and a set of lingerie in his hotel suite that didn’t belong to me.
He didn’t show a hint of guilt at being caught. Instead, he just gave a lazy smile. “Be a good girl and go check out of the room for me.”
His friends were all placing bets on how long I could hold out this time.
Liang Yansheng rested his chin on his hand, sounding indifferent. “She’s such a good girl. She’ll settle down in a couple of days.”
He expected me to be just like before, begging him with puppy-dog eyes not to leave.
What Liang Yansheng didn’t know was that once a good girl like me reaches marriageable age, we always listen to our parents.
And so, while he was riding high on his own arrogance, I gathered my courage and asked the handsome man at my blind date: “If the child takes my last name, can you accept that?”
Ming Tang
After my elder sister passed away, I entered the palace and became the new empress.
The emperor asked me to choose one of the princes to raise as my own.
The moment my fingers brushed against the two princes, I saw two chaotic glimpses of the future.
If I chose the Third Prince, he would one day ascend the throne, slaughter my entire family, and stab me to death.
If I chose the Ninth Prince, then after he became emperor, he would have me fake my death and confine me within the palace, turning me into a reviled temptress spat on by all.
I fell silent for a moment, then raised my hand and pointed at the little princess peeking in from behind the doorframe.
“Your Majesty, I believe I share a greater affinity with the Thirteenth Princess.”
A Reply from Beyond
Three years after my death, Zhou Jibai won his first Best Actor award.
At the awards ceremony, the host asked, “At this moment, do you have any words you’d like to share?”
Zhou Jibai dialed a number, but no one picked up. A mocking smile played on his lips. “On the day we broke up, someone told me that if I ever won Best Actor, she would jump off the eighteenth floor.”
“Why is she afraid to answer the phone now? She didn’t actually jump, did she?” I was currently floating right beside him, trying to touch that trophy, but I nearly choked back to life at those words.
… Zhou Jibai, how rude can you get?
Abnormal Family
I was being bullied.
My bullies even threatened to show up at my house.
I begged them not to go.
They had no idea that I was the only normal person in my family.
My father is a serial killer.
My mother is a yandere.
My brother has an antisocial personality disorder.
I am the only one who is a delicate, pitiful little flower.
Go, Yaya!
After Mom died, I began using the same manipulative tactics that the mistress once used to frame her, turning them against my father.
I watched as he was torn apart by public outcry. I watched him struggle to find words, his voice failing him. I watched as his eyes widened in shock, as if he no longer recognized me.
My heart felt heavy, yet I felt a surge of vindication. He doesn’t realize that without Mom, the Female Lead, his own halo as the Male Lead will eventually fade away.
We are both about to enter the world of ordinary people, a world full of stumbles and hardships.
The False Princess
Two years after my daughter’s death, I traveled to the capital.
The people there asked me, “Who are you looking for?”
I replied, “I am looking for my child’s father. His name is Shen Zhao.”
Everyone laughed. They said Shen Zhao was the capital’s premier noble scion.
“He is Princess Xunyang’s Prince Consort now,” they said. “How could someone like you harbor such delusions?”
I laughed, too.
Good. Because the one I intend to kill is precisely the Prince Consort.
This Life for You
I stayed by his side from his impoverished youth until he held the world in his palm.
Yet, I was forced to watch as he elevated my half-sister to the status of equal wife and executed my entire family.
I met a miserable end. Given a second chance at life, I watch as his back bows in defeat, his body trembling with regret.
I burn our marriage contract. I wish him a meteoric rise and a boundless future.
A boundless future, without me.
The Definition of Being Loved
In our seventh year together, Liang Qiezhao was getting married into another family for business reasons.
The night we broke up, we were unusually calm. “I’ll move out as soon as possible,” I said.
“There’s no need for that.” The man sat hunched by the window, slowly and methodically clipping a cigar as he gave his instructions. “I’m transferring the title of this apartment to you. It’s closer to your office.” “Your old car is getting on in years and should be replaced. I’ve also left some money in your primary account.” “As for the future… if you run into any trouble and it’s inconvenient to contact me, you can call Secretary Qin.”
He spent a long time clipping that cigar. The cut was perfectly smooth, yet he kept his eyes down, inspecting it repeatedly. He didn’t light it, nor did he look up for a long time.
Behind him, clean, even snowflakes were drifting down. I suddenly remembered Christmas Eve that year. Regent Street was bustling with people under the Angel Lights, snow falling all around us.
Twenty-seven-year-old Liang Qiezhao had held my hand tightly. He held on until our palms were damp. And even then, he couldn’t bear to let go.
Drunk in Spring Smoke
On the day His Majesty traveled south to Jiangnan, the Empress Dowager took a liking to Miss Xu of the Xu Family in Yangcheng.
“Such a lovely, fresh-faced child ought to become a daughter-in-law of our imperial family.”
As she said this, the Empress Dowager’s gaze seemed to drift, intentionally or not, toward Fu Yanli at my side.
Fu Yanli was the current Fifth Prince, and also my husband.
Later, on the day Miss Xu was to be invested as consort, I stood at the palace gates, clinging to a sliver of hope. “Not even I may enter?”
The guards at the gate all knew me. One by one, they lowered their heads, not daring to meet my eyes. “The Empress Dowager said it wouldn’t matter if anyone else came, but Your Highness, as Crown Princess… you absolutely cannot enter the palace today.”
I nodded, returned to the manor, and picked up the bundle I had packed long ago.
The capital blazed with lights. All at once, I remembered Fu Yanli from that year, when everyone had turned their backs on him.
He had held me tightly, refusing to let go no matter what. “Jianxi, even if I die, I will never betray you.”