Tragedy
Spring Warmth
My father was a treacherous official.
The man who raided my home was my fiancé.
When he slipped the iron chain around my neck, his touch was even more tender than the year he placed a flower wreath upon my head.
On the day my father was beheaded in public, I was calmly picking lice off my mother. I remarked, “If I had a fire, I could stir-fry these lice and pair them with a pot of wine.”
Unexpectedly, my words drew a laugh from the young general in the neighboring cell, despite the hooks driven through his collarbones. Was it that funny?
The Sea of No Spring
There is no spring in the Sea of No Return.
On the eve of our wedding, Shang Wujiu personally gouged out my Heart Lamp and sealed me within the Sea of No Return.
Three hundred years later, he knelt by the shore, begging me to return.
But he didn’t know that the lamp-the very thing that had extended his life-had long since burned into ash at the bottom of the sea.
Reborn as My Sister’s Lover
During my years dominating Gangcheng, I’ve kept quite a few men on the side.
They all knew the rules of Miss Qi.
I only have one husband, and no matter how much they acted out, they were never to cause trouble in front of my legal spouse, Gu Yi’an.
But one of them just had to have a death wish.
He tracked down my home and staged a confrontation with Gu Yi’an, demanding he step down.
“You’re already past your prime. Why are you still clinging to this position?”
“She told me herself-the one she loves most is me.”
I broke things off immediately: “You crossed the line.”
The young man, looking like a wounded puppy, felt his eyes well up with tears.
“I didn’t do anything wrong! Love means a desire for exclusivity. Those other guys could tolerate this because none of them loved you enough!”
I gazed at his heartbroken yet stubborn eyes, my mind drifting for a moment.
…He was so similar.
Out of everyone, he was the one who resembled my brother the most.
Forget Me, Remember
After an argument with Zhou Mingyu, I jumped from the thirtieth floor with my five-month-old daughter in my arms.
When I opened my eyes again, time had actually returned to yesterday.
On this day, because the baby wouldn’t stop crying, Zhou Mingyu snapped at me for the first time: “Chen Ran, you don’t have a mother yourself, so it’s no wonder you don’t even know how to take care of a child!”
Our relationship had always been good, so I thought he hadn’t meant it; I blamed it on my own volatile temper and for taking things too hard.
But time continued to flow backward, and I discovered that this wasn’t the first time Zhou Mingyu had said such things: During my postpartum recovery month, he joked, “If your mother were still alive, my mother wouldn’t be so exhausted.”
On the day I was hospitalized to give birth, in response to the nurse’s questions, he said with a smile, “Her mother passed away, so who else could be her caregiver but me?”
At our wedding, he held my hand and vowed, “Chen Ran, I will definitely take good care of you in your mother’s stead!”
… It turned out he had always cared about the fact that I didn’t have a mother.
But the strange thing was, why didn’t I have any memory of my mother at all?
Had she ever truly existed?
If time continued to flow backward, would I eventually see her?
Lost Winter
Chapter 0 During the sentimental retrospective at our wedding, my husband took one look at the screen before his eyes turned bloodshot.
He grabbed a chair and began smashing the display in a blind frenzy. Standing on the wedding stage, I laughed until tears streamed down my face.
I was the one who played that video. I had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.
A Floating World in the Boudoir
The world says I have been blessed with a charmed life.
My father is a first-rank official, and my mother hails from a prestigious, noble clan.
Both of my elder brothers serve in the imperial court, and all three of my elder sisters have married into high-ranking families.
Since childhood, I have been draped in the finest silks and fed the rarest delicacies from jade platters.
Even the trifles I play with on a whim are worth enough to sustain an ordinary family for half a lifetime.
Yet, outsiders see only the surface of my tapestry-like life.
They do not understand that greatness brings its own burdens. Within these embroidered curtains and silken screens, schemes lie hidden at every turn.
Between the golden chalices and jade chopsticks, murderous intent flashes when least expected.
A single misstep is all it takes to fall into the bottomless abyss.
Love From the Future
It has been ten years since I died.
After a decade, I have finally seen the first person to come and pay their respects at my grave.
It is a man, limping as he walks toward me.
It is my father.
The Dead Bride
At my grand wedding to my Boyfriend, a stranger pushed open the door and walked in elegantly.
Who is he? What does he want? Is he here to bless me, or to destroy me?
When the man smiled, raised his hand, and lightly pushed me off the rooftop, I finally remembered who he was.
After fate destroyed me once more, it granted me the chance of Rebirth.
Since then I have decided: I will never bow my head or admit defeat. Even if I fall into Avici Hell, I will stop at nothing.
Farewell from the Future
The boy I loved died in the prime of his life.
So, I traveled back twenty years, giving everything I had to bring him even a single glimmer of hope.
Gu Zhixian, you probably won’t believe me, but I’m your future wife…
Gu Zhixian, the future you is a wonderful, kind-hearted person.
Gu Zhixian, we’re going to have a precious child in the future. They’ll have your eyes and my eyebrows.
So, please don’t give up on yourself, okay?
The boy I loved believed me.
As the clock prepares to strike midnight, it’s time for me to go.
I’m sorry. I lied to you. I am not your wife.
And in our future, we will never meet again.
Three Necklaces
After I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I bought three necklaces and hid them in three different places.
“Honey, this is my favorite necklace. Make sure you burn one for me every year on the anniversary of my death, okay?”
With that one sentence, I put a leash on that mad dog Shen Ci.
It made him give up on jumping off a building and throw away the sleeping pills.
Clinging to that promise, he endured year after year.
Until a young girl appeared by Shen Ci’s side. She was innocent and kind, like a warm little sun.
Shen Ci moved out of our marital home and sent away the puppy I had raised.
By the third anniversary of my death, Shen Ci didn’t come.
I slipped into his dream and put on my cutest act.
“Honey, you’re such a dummy. You still haven’t found this year’s necklace.”
Shen Ci, who had always chattered endlessly at me, was strangely silent now.
After a long time, he finally said, “Qingqing, it’s been three years. I need to start a new life too.”