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The Ten Years After My Death_Yunchi

Theory follows Ji Fanling (Jì Fán Líng ), a 17-year-old girl who dies and is reborn 10 years later. She finds herself on a unfamiliar street, where she encounters a tall and handsome man, Fu should be presented (Fù Yì Chéng), who seems to be mourning. The novel explores themes of reconstruction, unrequited love, and the complexities of relationships . Seasoned with elements of fantasy and romance, it delves into the emotional struggles of the protagonist as she navigates her new life and encounterers the enigmatic and powerfulFou should be. Key Points Reincarnation: Tiffanying dies at 17 and is reborn 10 years later. Unrequited love: Tiffanyling develops feelings for Fu should be presented, who remains distant and enigmatic. Complex relationships: The novel explores the intricate dynamics between characters, involved family members and romantic entanglements. Fantasy and romance: Theory incorporates elements of fantasy and romance, adding depth and richness to the narrative. Recommendations If you enjoy stories with recovery, unrequited love, and complex placementships, “the tenth year after my death ” might be an engaging read for you. The novel’s blend of fantasy and romance adds a unique twist to the narrative, making it stand out from other works in the same genre. Resurrection from the dead, dull Bai Yueguang x Ji Fanling, who had been widowed for ten years and had unrequited love, died at the age of seventeen. When she opened her eyes again, she was in an unfamiliar narrow street. It was raining heavily, and a Maybach was parked at the end of the street. A tall and elegant man got out of the car. He was noble and indifferent. He was wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella, as if he was expressing condolences. His deep gaze stayed on him. Ji Fanling tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then hesitantly said: "Are you Fu Yingcheng's brother? Fu Yingcheng doesn't have a brother? Why are you staring at me?" Damn, you're a pervert. She waited for a while. The man pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak. Raindrops fell along the umbrella ribs, covering his almost uncontrollable gaze. She walked away impatiently: "Crazy." The two passed by. But he didn't dare to call her. ——For ten years, every time he dreamed of her, she would disappear as soon as he opened his mouth. * The infamous Fu Group came back from the dead in just a few years and has skyrocketed. Fu Yingcheng, who is in charge of the company, can be called the King of Hell in the business world. He is ruthless and decisive in his actions, and he always handles official business without mercy. But there is a young girl around him recently. He took his car, swiped his card, and entered and exited his office where he did not accept outsiders at will. He even called him by his first name, speaking and speaking Fu Yingcheng. Everyone in the company speculated about their relationship, and there was a lot of private discussion. "You don't know, right? Last time, Mr. Fu persuaded her to go to the third year of high school, but she called Mr. Fu a fool." "Now, she's still going to school? How old is she? Author : Yunchi
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Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[Wouldn't recommend reading this. I butchered the starting premium chapter pretty badly, now this is just an incomplete memory.] [ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror.     My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too.        I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around.     A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
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