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He left me an address. Told me to wait there. A cabin in a forest valley. Sparse. A bed, a table. The faint smell of pine. On the table, roses. Black roses. Dark, velvety, rich as spilled wine. They reminded me of him when I first saw him: a black rose in Armani, sharp-featured, languid, with women fluttering around him. A cream card lay among them, his handwriting:"To my little jasmine." Pinned beneath was a note in the flower shop girl’s hand:"I saw you on the news. Was she the one you…-
5.3 K • Completed
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Another year passed. In that year, Zhao Yichen burned every hour, every heartbeat, feeding evidence to police, fueling investigations, stoking fire. The system resisted. Zhuxin’s networks ran deep. Arrests mounted. Scandals broke. But power still rooted itself. And one shadow lingered: Wang Yue. Wang Sheng’s cousin. Declared missing. No report ever found him. Yichen never spoke of it. Silence was its own confession. Then came the day Wang Sheng, shielded by bribes and influence, walked…
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5.3 K • Completed
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Not all grief is loud. Yichen’s grief was sharp and lucid, the kind that slices open quietly over years. At first, after my death, I told myself I’d stay beside him for a while, then let go. I thought if I watched him throw himself into workninto his new company I could leave content, knowing he’d survive. But every night I drifted above him, I saw the truth. His insomnia. The pills beside his pillow. His chest clenched with pain as if it would tear itself free. His life didn’t continue.…
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5.3 K • Completed
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The next day, I waited at the cemetery. From sunlight into dusk, and from dusk into the bruised silence of night. He didn’t come. Rain fell hard, lightning tearing the sky apart. Of course he wouldn’t risk driving out in weather like this. But then he came. Out of the storm’s curtain, Zhao Yichen emerged. Wrapped in a black raincoat, carrying a black umbrella, he looked like a shadow among shadows. But in his hands was a pure bouquet of white jasmine. Though he had never set foot here…
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5.3 K • Completed
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When I died, Zhao Yichen was busy flirting with the owner of a flower shop. For that ridiculous betrayal, I haunted him for three years. Every time I revealed myself and scared off another girl he dragged home, it never failed. The girl would clutch her purse, trembling, and whisper:"Your place is haunted." Yichen never flinched. He only smirked, tilting his head in that lazy way of his, and replied:"Yeah. Haunted by a beautiful ghost." The girl screamed, called him insane, and bolted for the…
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5.3 K • Completed
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I was an orphan. No parents. No relatives. The police couldn’t find anyone else to claim my body. In the end, it was Yichen who signed the papers, Yichen who stood in that freezing morgue peeling back the sheet from my corpse. He didn’t cry. Not once. Instead, he touched my nose lightly with his finger and whispered, almost amused,"I wonder if you think this end was worth it." Even then, so calm. Too calm. He told the officers everything about me, my favorite color, my profession, the star…
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5.3 K • Completed
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I flinched. Damn. Forgot the mark would show. "Uh… hit the rail by accident." I tugged my sleeve down fast, avoiding his gaze. But his hand slammed firm on my shoulder, pinning me back against the chair. His teeth clenched audibly. "You tied yourself up," he spat. "Just so you wouldn’t sleep near me? You hate sharing a bed with me that much?" Caught in his hold, I stopped struggling. My chest rose in uneven breaths. "Or maybe....." My voice snapped, bitter. "Maybe you’re the one who…-
6.4 K • Completed
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At barbecue, the four of us crowded around sizzling plates. Meat fried, skewers smoked, beer bottles clinked. Then Wang Hao pointed at the menu. "Who ordered this kid’s milk drink? Who’s that for?" "You," I teased. But Zhou Yichen’s eyes locked straight on me. "No. It’s for him." His tone? Dead serious. "Huh?" Hao nearly slid out of his chair laughing. Chen Ming slapped the table. "Bro. You forgot? You’re a one-drink wonder." "One what?" They howled harder. Hao…
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When I reached the indoor gym, though, the noise almost knocked me backward. Crowds of girls packed tightly around the bleachers, screaming one name over and over. Not hard to guess whose. Basketball game. Zhou Yichen. I knew he was popular. But I didn’t know he was this popular. The atmosphere was like a boyband concert. Shrill declarations raining left and right. Competition violence level: devastating. And I wasn’t even in the right gender bracket. Slumping, I found a corner…
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Ever since I made things official with Lin Yuchen, getting out of bed every morning has become so difficult. At night, holding Lin Yuchen in my arms he smells so good that I spend the whole night restless, which means I can never get up the next day. Luckily, as a ghost, I don’t have to go to school. One day, after a grocery run with Lin Yuchen, we came home to find two people standing at the gate. The woman was gentle and graceful, her smile soft as water; beside her stood a tall, blond, blue-eyed…-
7.4 K • Completed
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