Short story
The Night I Collected My Husband’s Corpse, I Saw My Own Face in the Coffin
The night I went to collect Prince Jing’s corpse, I saw my own jade bracelet and sleeping robe inside the coffin. My husband, returned from the dead, choked me and said, “Lanyin, die once in my place.”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three months ago. This time, I will be the one collecting their corpses first.
A Decade of Secret Crush
At my ten-year high school reunion, I showed up bare-faced, wearing an outfit that cost less than three hundred yuan from head to toe, with a child in my arms.
And the poor boy I had once dumped, my ex-boyfriend, was now the CEO of XX Group, dressed in a sharp suit and sitting right across from me.
