Unrequited Love
I Am Well
For four years, Emperor Pei Guannan has refused to fill his harem, and the court blames the man at his side.
Xie Yuanzhen has shared his hardships for fifteen years, asking for neither power nor reward.
But loyalty cannot give the dynasty an heir, and love cannot silence the ministers.
To protect the emperor’s name, Yuanzhen leaves the palace to serve the people.
Across snowbound roads and the endless rain of Nanyue, the words they cannot say become letters—and a promise to live to eighty.
I Carried His Rival’s Child
My husband holds the highest office in the land, and I am the most virtuous noblewoman in all of Shangjing.
The wives of the capital’s officials all claim I am blessed with good fortune, yet they have no idea that I have been neglected by him for years, my heart heavy with misery.
He finds me dull and is deeply in love with his concubines, with whom he has both sons and daughters.
Finally, after my mother-in-law had expressed her disdain for my inability to conceive countless times, I found myself pregnant.
But Cheng Wenting nearly lost his mind.
With bloodshot eyes, his hand trembled uncontrollably as he choked me. “Whose child is it?”
A gentle smile played on my lips. “My Lord, it is yours, of course.”
I Heard You Like Me
In the seventh year of having a crush on my childhood friend, encouraged by my best friend,
I carried flowers and a cake onto an overnight train to confess my feelings to him.
But on a basketball court roaring with noise and people,
I ran straight into the sight of the two of them kissing.
With his arm around my best friend, my childhood friend asked coldly, “What are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Disheveled and humiliated, I was just about to explain
when his roommate beside him let out a soft laugh. “My girlfriend came to bring me a cake. What’s it got to do with you?”
I Never Loved the Prince
I accompanied His Highness through three thousand miles of exile, yet after he reclaimed his throne, he found me lowly and loathsome.
Later, when the time came to reward merit in the Golden Luan Hall, I asked only one thing of him.
His Highness assumed I would ask for a title or a place by his side.
Instead, I prostrated myself deeply and spoke softly yet firmly: “I ask that Your Highness grant your subject’s daughter a marriage to General Shen.”
His Highness’s eyes nearly split with rage as he finally understood-
Throughout those three thousand miles of exile, from beginning to end, it was never him that I loved.
I Want to Bloom
I have an older sister and a younger brother. With my plain looks and mediocre grades, I was always the most unremarkable person in my family.
Yet, I found myself harboring a secret crush on the sun-like Shen Dongye.
I spent three years chasing his light, and after checking my college entrance exam scores, I finally plucked up the courage to confess my love…
If She Returns
I am Ruogui, a Peach Blossom Spirit, known as the most notorious heartbreaker West of Weak Water.
I’ve maintained a scandalous entanglement with the War God, flirted shamelessly with the Golden Crow, and even tore up the marriage contract arranged by Sihun.
But I know the truth: I am a good girl.
The Immortal Realm looks down from its heights, treating demons and monsters like mere ants. But does a demon not have a heart?
I am a Peach Blossom Demon from West of Weak Water. I have tasted the full bitterness of longing and weathered every joy and sorrow the mortal world has to offer.
But when my lover was murdered and my companions fell one by one, the truth of my past lives surged back to me amidst the chaos. As it turns out, I am more than just a Peach Blossom Demon; I harbor a secret identity.
And I will wage a desperate, final war against the Ninth Heaven.
July
I had been with my boyfriend for three years.
During that time, I discovered that his handle on every social media platform was July.
I assumed he simply had a deep-seated love for the romantic month of July, so I never pried into it.
It wasn’t until our wedding day, when his ex-girlfriend sent a gift, that I saw the name signed on the box-
Qi Yue.
In that moment, I finally understood. It wasn’t the month of July he cherished; it was Qi Yue.
My heart sank into an abyss…
Life Is but a Sojourn
As a child, Li Sujun saved an immortal lord who promised to answer whenever she lit the Heaven-Seeking Incense.
She called for him three times.
He never came.
Years later, Sujun has become a healer—and the same immortal lord lies powerless at her door after failing his tribulation.
He insists she is the trial of love he must overcome.
She thinks he should look closer at his own mistakes.
But the dog, cat, and little snake in her home are not what they seem, and the path Sujun abandoned is already winding back toward her.
To understand what Zhao Yunzhi truly lost for her, she must face the family that discarded her, the sect that used him, and the difference between love as possession and love as freedom.
Listen, Flowers Bloom
After announcing his marriage at a concert, the top-tier singer suddenly broke down in tears.
It was because he had just received news of my death.
Zhou Yan. We met at six and said our goodbyes at twenty-four.
I never had the courage to tell you that I truly, deeply loved you.
Looking Up at Spring Mountain
After starting high school, I was taken in by the Xu Family.
The Xu family had a golden boy, Xu Ge, whom I secretly admired for three whole years.
But in Xu Ge’s heart, there was a perfect white moonlight.
The day his white moonlight went abroad, he sat red-eyed in a dim bar corridor for an entire night.
That night, the rain was pouring.
I left my only umbrella at the corner, then quietly slipped away.
Many years later, Xu Ge and I crossed paths again at a gathering.
I was there to pick up a friend who was dead drunk.
Through the smoky haze, a man in a gray hoodie nonchalantly pushed open the door, still surrounded by a flock of girls.
I watched for a moment, pretended not to recognize him, lowered my gaze, and left. Outside, the rain was pouring, and I stood at the door fretting.
Just then, an umbrella was handed to me from behind.
The hand holding it had a pale, strong wrist.
The man in the hoodie spoke softly: “Ruan He. “This umbrella of yours-you left it with me all those years ago.”