The Obsessive Beauty Came to Terms with His Terminal Illness

“We can basically confirm it’s idiopathic pulmonary arterial hypertension.” The doctor tapped the keyboard with practiced ease. “I’ll write you […]

　　At nine o’clock that evening, Pei Jingchen was still working while Su Qingci sat curled up on the sofa, watching

As Pei Jingchen stepped out the door, Su Qingci thought—he really was an honest man. But he was too honest,

The words weighing on his heart for days finally escaped his lips. Su Qingci expected to feel relieved, but instead,

“Mr. Su, visiting your mother again?” The nurse’s smile was gentle as she guided Su Qingci into the ward. The

The following week, they each went about their own business. As a professional painter, Su Qingci spent half his days

As dusk approached, Su Qingci opened his WeChat Moments. It might be hard to believe, but the renowned painter’s WeChat

His entire body shook violently as his internal organs convulsed and contracted. He vomited up every last bit of the

Su Qingci thought he’d spoken the words aloud, only realizing the next morning that he’d merely murmured them within his

　　“These octopus balls are amazing—try one!” Wu Lü skewered one with a bamboo stick and passed it over the driver’s

Su Qingci wasn’t ignoring him—he simply hadn’t seen the message. The night he burned the painting, he left Pei Jingchen’s

Pei Jingchen slammed on the brakes. The Koenigsegg lurched forward from inertia, nearly rear-ending the Mercedes ahead. The light turned

Su Qingci first checked out of the hotel, then hailed a taxi. When he gave the name of the residential

Wu Lu’s arms ached from carrying the bags: “Cherries from New Zealand, and Japanese Benikoi strawberries.” These were the finest

　　The violent shaking turned Su Qingci’s face deathly pale, while the suffocating grip at his throat gradually flushed his cheeks

　　Su Qingci’s gaze turned cold. The stomachache he’d suppressed surged back with overwhelming force. He pressed his lips tightly together,

Su Qingci went to the nursing home again. Even the nurse found it surprising—he used to visit less than once

Annalise felt utterly betrayed. It was no exaggeration to say her faith had been shattered! What about the promise not

Mu Yao was Pei Jingchen’s high school classmate. Pei Jingchen couldn’t say whether he liked the guy or not, but

Wu Lü stood before the full-length mirror in his suit: “Is it a bit too big?” Pei Jingchen replied, “Your