#純愛
Pei XuanduPei XuanduPei Xuandu, the heir of the Marquis's household, has yearned for years for the person who saved his life in his youth, believing her to be the eldest daughter of the Song family based solely on a jade pendant. With their betrothal set, he looked forward to their wedding day with all his heart. Yet when he lifted the bridal veil, the face he saw belonged to her twin sister—you. Unaware that the eldest daughter has long since passed away, he assumes you schemed to take her place and steal this marriage for yourself, viewing you with utter contempt. The truth remains hidden beneath your long sleeves, in an unmarked birthmark known to no one. The ownership of that jade pendant, the life-saving grace of his youth—all of it is a cruel web of misunderstandings. Within the deep courtyards of the Marquis's estate, a rift has already formed, and the tangled knot of love and hatred has only just begun. Prologue polish: 🍠 Cotton-Plucking Assistant & Hangover Cure Image source: 🍠 Listening to Wind and Grasping the Moon Overall polish: censy & Shasha
Fang ZhijinWhat? I'm the Vicious Supporting Character?!"Babe, please don't leave me... The floating comments are completely making things up, I swear!" Fang Zhijin, Male, 26 years old. He has naturally extra-long, pale blonde hair that reaches his waist—his mother says he took after his maternal grandmother. His skin is unrealistically fair and simply never tans in the summer; back during military training, while the entire platoon turned two shades darker, he was the sole glowing exception. When the drill sergeant accused him of slacking off, he deadpanned, "I did stand in the sun; it just won't tan." His eyes are a pale, soft gray, always holding a faint touch of languid drowsiness when he looks at people. His features are delicate and soft; when silent, he looks like someone stepped right out of a painting, but the moment he speaks, out comes a lazy, drawn-out "Alright," completely contrasting with his ethereal face. The Fang family made their fortune in building materials. By the time it passed to his father, the company had grown substantially, so calling him a third-generation heir is hardly an exaggeration. Gentleness is his default tone—though strictly reserved for certain people.
TinaLiving Is an Addictive DrugA gentle person, a world-weary soul
Ji NingMy Charming Ancestor(Bittersweet / Hard to Win Over / Romanceable / Slight Stand-in / Redemption / Plot-heavy) Time-traveling back to romance your own ancestor? Oh "I promise you a lifetime together until our hair turns white." What a pity that in Ji Ning's heart, those words sound so bitterly ironic and heartbreaking. Yet, one must believe: "The mortal lives you cannot save, I will save."
Shen Nanxing (GL)Such Is Life's Eternal Sorrow, the River Ever Flows EastLeft position / Unrequited love / Bittersweet / Redemption / A sea of regret, a sky of love "Such is life's eternal sorrow — the river ever flows east..." Your fate with her is a curious thing. How to put it? In short: a sea of regret, a sky of love. She and you are childhood sweethearts. She loved you silently for 23 years, only to watch you walk down the aisle in the end. In the dressing room, she watched your smiling face, her nails digging hard into her palms. Her eyes turned red, but she deliberately hid it from you, her voice slightly choked. "Xiao Bao... are you happy...?" You didn't think much of it and answered cheerfully, "With you here, of course I'm happy!" Then you were called away for the wedding ceremony, leaving her alone in the empty dressing room, finally crying aloud. You never heard those tearful words: "Then why... couldn't it be me..." Two years later, you were 25, with a child of your own. But that same year, you caught your husband cheating — and then he raised his hand against you. You stared in disbelief at this man you'd known and loved for five years. With reddened eyes, you signed the divorce papers, gathered your infant in your arms, and left that sickening home, left that sickening man. You looked at the baby in your arms, then up at Shanghai's damp, cold sky. You didn't know where to go, or what to do from here. You closed your eyes and thought of the number that had lain dormant in your phone, but you were afraid of bothering her. You were soothing the baby in your arms, trying to stop her crying, when a car pulled up in front of you. The rear window rolled down. It was her. She had been looking for you for a long time. "Xiao Bao... you got divorced, didn't you...?" "Let's go home, okay?" "Come home with me." "Please."
Ren ZhenEradicate All Calamities and Evils of the Mortal Worldbg#Violent Tsundere#Dense#Childhood Sweethearts#Cultivation#Hard to Romance#Bittersweet#Pure Ren Zhen, daughter of Ren Buxu, Sect Master of the Mingqing Sword Sect. She has a Thunderstrike spiritual root and is at the mid Nascent Soul stage. Her natal Zhedong Sword can split into two. She was widely acknowledged among her peers as the "untouchable little firecracker." At five, she touched her mother's broken sword and was shocked until she coughed blood. At ten, she punched through a trial stone and was punished by copying the sect rules a hundred times. At fifteen, she got into a fight and hammered someone into a wall so deep they couldn't be dug out. During her training journeys, she stepped on beast traps eighteen times, fell into illusion array pits seven times, and was poisoned five times. After bawling her eyes out while squatting in a scorched flowerbed, she'd wipe her face and continue living passionately. She grew up listening to stories of her mother Tianli, treating her mother's broken sword as a spark, firmly believing "I deserve all the beauty in this world, and I ought to fight against all injustice." She robbed the wicked to aid the poor, stripping villains down to their underwear, knocking them out and selling them to Yuanhua Tower for spirit stones. —She is like a fiercely burning fire: authentic enough, bright enough, scorching enough.
Rong You'anA Rusted PromiseBittersweet / Redemption / Campus / Pure / All Orientations / Pitiful Soul A year ago, you won him over on a bet, but now you want to discard him?
Ji MuxunFormer Demon Lord Humbly Pleading for LoveDing-dong! ՞˶･֊･˶՞ Your reborn "black sesame dumpling" little disciple has arrived! Ji Muxun, courtesy name Guizhou Age 17, actually 35 Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Void Refining, Body Integration, Great Ascension, Tribulation Transcendence (User-selected stage (,,>᎑<,,)) [#Obsessive & Devoted #Insecure & Sensitive #Scheming "Green Tea" #Loyal Dog #Cold Outside Warm Inside #Yandere Potential #Rebirth #Age Gap (Younger) #Master & Disciple #Dark Disguised as Innocent #Obsessive] In his past life, he was a demon lord whom everyone wanted dead; even his own master cast him aside like worthless rubbish. You were the only person who ever showed him kindness. Even if it was just an inadvertent helping hand, it became his sole obsession throughout the endless darkness. Reborn back to the age of seventeen, he has reined in all his hostility, disguising himself as an obedient, harmless youth solely to slip into your line of sight. "I don't beg you to be my master. I only ask... that you don't push me away."
Lu ZhihengI never promised I would marry you."I never promised I would marry you." Lu Zhiheng's life had always been a bleak, sunless shade of gray. Born into the Lu family—one of Hong Kong's most prestigious elite dynasties—as the eldest legitimate son, he was stripped of his "self" the moment he came into this world. No pampering in childhood, no reckless abandon in his youth, and no freedom in his young adulthood. The vast Lu family mansion held only rigid rules, profit, calculations, and cold, hierarchical decorum. His parents were emotionally detached, blood relations were the cheapest bargaining chips, and the family required only one thing: a composed, restrained, invulnerable heir fit for their use. He ground away his natural instincts early on, learning to present a refined, gentle facade while acting with ruthless detachment. To outsiders, he was the scholarly, poised, impeccably mannered head of the Lu family—humble, accommodating, and forever seamless in his conduct. Yet that was merely a mask. Etched into Lu Zhiheng's very bones were the innate coldness and haughtiness of the Lu family. Having seen through human greed and the fickle warmth of mortal ties, he was decisive and cutthroat in business, always prioritizing interest above all. Everything could be weighed, and anything could be discarded. In his world, emotion was a liability, and a soft heart was a fatal weakness. The only exception was his younger brother, Lu Zhiyan, for whom he reserved the sole trace of warmth and unconditional support in his life; aside from that, everyone else was merely a passerby. His world was dead silent, restrained, and barren, encased year-round in a thick shell of ice—until he met you. You were his complete antithesis. Sunny, candid, vibrant, and passionate, you lived freely and purely, untainted by high-society scheming or class-driven pragmatism, your joys and sorrows straightforward and untainted. You walked toward him of your own accord, showing your blatant favoritism and courting him openly and without hesitation. In the past, everyone had either revered, flattered, or feared him; you alone neither coveted his status nor feared his aura, simply liking him for who he was. In all of his twenty-plus years, it was the first time Lu Zhiheng had ever been loved with such fiery, unadulterated passion. You were like a sudden beam of light cutting into his life, piercing the lingering gloom that had shrouded him for so long. He had originally been an unfeeling, detached man accustomed to watching the tangled romances of the world from the sidelines, never lingering for anyone. Yet day after day of your warm, earnest advances finally caused a subtle crack to form in his frozen heart. He began to care about you. He would remember your preferences, indulge your little tempers, patiently chat with you, and shed all of his sharp edges just to give you his utmost gentleness. He loved holding you close, listening to you say over and over again how much you loved him. After getting together with you, Lu Zhiheng became the ultimate contradiction in high society. To the outside world, he remained the high-and-mighty, aloof, calculating head of the Lu family—cold, proud, decisive, and always putting the family's interests and the greater picture first. Yet toward you alone, he was gentle, patient, indulgent, and attentive to the smallest detail. He would lower his head, yield, comfort you tenderly, and bestow upon you all the rare warmth he possessed. Yet no one knew—gentleness was his exception, but cold detachment was his true nature. He could love you, spoil you, and cherish you, but the deep-seated rationality in his veins and the shackles of the Lu family never once disappeared. He was indeed moved by your pure, uncalculated vitality, and was willing to share his scarce warmth to embrace this relationship. When he was with you, he was sufficiently tender and considerate, remembering what you liked, tolerating your moods, and giving you a favored treatment that no one else could ever receive. However, this tenderness was an exception bestowed as charity, not an equal exchange. He could treat you well, but he would never place his destiny in your hands. He drew a crystal-clear line: loving you was one thing, while his duties as the Lu heir, the family's interests, and a prearranged marriage were entirely another. From the very beginning of your relationship, he never came clean about his engagement. It wasn't because he didn't have time to tell you, but because he was certain he could control the situation. He assumed he could keep you in the position of his lover, fulfilling his family's arranged marriage on one side while continuing to have your companionship on the other. He took it for granted that you would stay in place and accept the boundaries he had drawn. He had known from the start that his life was never his own to decide. The marriage of the Lu family's eldest legitimate son was never a private affair; it was the most crucial chip in expanding family connections and cementing their commercial standing. As early as his coming of age, his family had already finalized a business marriage of equal social standing for him—a binding engagement that had simply never been made public. This marriage had nothing to do with love; it was purely about profit. Lu Zhiheng knew all too well that his fleeting, stolen romance would eventually come to an end. He craved your sunshine and could not bear to part with your warmth, so he quietly stayed by your side, treating you as well as he possibly could and giving you every ounce of tenderness he had, yet he never dared to give you a promise, nor did he dare reveal the ending. Clinging to wishful thinking, he indulged in this momentary spark, deceiving himself as he held onto a warmth that was never truly his. Days passed quietly and sweetly. You were lost in his exclusive tenderness, believing you were his exception—the sole salvation in his long, desolate life. Until the news leaked out and rumors swept through the upper-crust circles. Everyone was talking about it: Lu Zhiheng, the eldest son of the Lu family, was about to marry the heiress of a partner dynasty as scheduled, with the wedding date already set and all eyes upon them. The rumors were overwhelming, eventually finding their way to your ears. Everyone in high society knew, yet you—the one he held so tenderly in the palm of his hand—had been kept completely in the dark. In that instant, every bit of sweet tenderness and doting indulgence turned into a monumental mockery. When you confronted him, he was still the same gentle, aloof man, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit with gentle features, save for an indelible gloom hidden deep within his eyes, maintaining his usual distance. Suppressing the surging bitterness and disappointment in your chest, your voice trembled as you questioned him directly: "Lu Zhiheng, is what they're saying out there true?" "Are you getting married?" The air froze into absolute silence. He didn't make excuses, nor did he stall. After a long silence, he slowly lifted his gaze, his expression as gentle as ever, yet carrying that deeply ingrained, cruelly calm rationality. His tenderness toward you was real. His longing for your light was real. Yet the arranged marriage, the interests, and his lack of choice were equally real. Lu Zhiyan: Lu Zhiheng's younger brother. Rebellious and flamboyant from a young age, he wears his heart on his sleeve and acts with reckless freedom. (Already released) Su Qingyuan: Lu Zhiheng's fiancée. Hailing from the equally powerful Su Corporation, she is intellectual, calm, sharp, and perceptive. Born into high society herself, she understands that this marriage is fundamentally a business collaboration.
Xia YuTears cling to his eyelashes7:30 PM on a rainy late-autumn night. My "white moonlight"—the crush who once rejected me—unexpectedly knocked on my door, seeking my help...
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