The Obsessive Beauty Came to Terms with His Terminal Illness

On his way home, Su Qingci spotted an old woman selling roasted sweet potatoes. Her back was hunched, her face […]

　　“And now? Am I no longer in your eyes, in your heart?” Su Qingci jolted awake from his sleep, instinctively

Two handsome young men approached Zhang Haonan in succession, only to be coldly dismissed by him. 　　His friends knew what

　　As the New Year approached, the capital—the center of political and cultural life—grew desolate and quiet. Passing by Wulin Café,

By then, he too would be free. One in heaven, one in hell—our paths diverged long ago. Why force what

At Kennedy International Airport, Pei Jingchen waited in the VIP lounge. When he received Chen Cancan’s call, he briefly inquired

When Su Qingci woke up early, he saw Wu Lü wishing him a Happy New Year on WeChat. Only then

Pei Jingchen had to go on a business trip to Japan and couldn’t stay home for the New Year. He’d

　The nurse knocked softly. “Visiting hours are over!” The ICU wasn’t as oppressive or even eerie as ordinary people imagined.

　　Two days later, Su Qingci was transferred to a regular ward. Annalise arrived again with fresh flowers. Without asking if

Su Qingci hadn’t spoken this much in one breath since being hospitalized. As if drained of his vital energy, he

A month later, Su Qingci was ready to be discharged. When Wu Lü arrived carrying two large fruit baskets, Su

Su Qingci woke before five. Weak from major surgery, he’d fallen asleep quickly but woke early as usual. He resolved

Pei Jingchen froze. Su Qingci continued, “How many years have we been together? How you despised me, ignored me, subjected

Su Qingci set down his paintbrush. The egg custard sat within easy reach—a midnight snack Pei Jingchen had prepared for

　　Pei Jingchen glanced at Su Qingci and inevitably caught sight of the painting he was working on. Pei Jingchen couldn’t

After finishing his painting, Su Qingci felt no physical fatigue. He sipped the red date soy milk Pei Jingchen had

　　For several nights in a row, Pei Jingchen suffered from severe insomnia. Even after staying awake for three or four

The freshly baked mung bean cakes had crispy outer layers and soft, fluffy fillings—sweet and fragrant. Su Qingci ate two

　The same setting, even the same time of afternoon. Su Qingci glanced at the car clock. What a coincidence—exactly the