Ruo Stories

I held his lifeless body in my hands. His blood was like a waterfall, pooring over his face and onto the cold stone floor. His face was frozen in time, his eyes a deep c...

Only 14, 芷若 (Zhi Ruo) gradually raises closer and closer to the throne as her father, the king, gets sicker and sicker. Her half brother had been sent away to assist wit...