Misunderstandings
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  • Reads 15,735
  • Votes 907
  • Parts 29
  • Time 8h 8m
Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2017
Five years ago Yan Yan walked out of Su Xiaomi's life without a word. Leaving Su Xioami with a broken heart.  On that same day Xiaomi lost his parents and now five years later he is fighting Leukemia for the second time with no will to fight. What happens when Yan Yan suddenly comes back? Will Su Xiaomi be able to forgive him? Can he find the will to keep living? Time can not turn back but can Yan Yan and Su Xiaomi move forward and love again? Characters are owned by Angelina. I own nothing but the plot of this story.
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Rebirth tragic beauty wants peace

23 parts Ongoing

Su Bai had died once before. And now, after his rebirth, he was done. Done with the chaos, the heartbreak, and the endless cycle of torment. He refused to endure it all over again. This time, he wanted nothing more than a peaceful, quiet life-far away from the entangled mess of these so-called protagonists. Because, yes, this world was a novel. A clichéd, overly dramatic love story. And Su Bai? He was nothing more than a disposable tool, a plot device designed to deepen their undying love for each other. His legally wedded husband-the protagonist, the perfect, untouchable gong-was at the center of it all. F*** this. Su Bai wanted no part of it anymore. He had been kind, accommodating, and patient. But this time, the "tool man" was done being used. The version of Su Bai who had endured everything with a smile, who played his role obediently, was gone. "Goodbye," he muttered to himself as he shut the door on his old life. And yet, there he was-the original gong, his husband-kneeling outside the house on a durian of all things. The sight would have been comical if it weren't so absurd. But Su Bai didn't care anymore. The pleading, the regret-it all meant nothing now. He didn't want revenge, forgiveness, or closure. He just wanted his peace. This time, Su Bai vowed, he would live for himself.