Tragic Love
Qingliu and Yuzi
Before I became the bedchamber attendant of the Heir of Dingguo Duke Manor, I was once a “skinny horse” kept in the household of a Yangzhou salt merchant-a girl raised to be sold as a concubine.
To them, I was nothing more than a plaything passed between the powerful.
But they did not know that Qingliu, with her willow-slender waist, could also be a gentle, curved blade.
Changning
The first time I went to a nightclub after starting university, I ran into the neighbor who had disappeared a year ago.
He had his arms around two scantily-clad beauties, looking like a total delinquent.
When he saw me, his gaze flickered across my chest before he let out a soft, dismissive “tsk.” Later, he pinned me against a corner. His finger pressed against my lips as he leaned down, demanding I call his name. It was only then that it dawned on me. He wasn’t my Zhou Yanzhi.
