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My Dearest General: It Has Always Been You

Sixteen-years-old high schooler Shi Nian was supposed to be the twelfth victim of a serial killer. After being confined for three months, she managed to escape somehow. Yet unfortunately, she fell into a landslide amidst fleeing and got buried underneath. Afterwhich, she was in a coma, one which numerous doctors stated that only with miracle would she be able to pull through. Yet once again, she managed to do the impossible. Upon waking up, other than blurry memory of the incident and PTSD which caused her to be momentarily mute, Shi Nian regained the memory of her past life. Her lord, General Jiang, was a valiant hero who led thousands of armies, fighting for the safety of the nation but ended up being murdered by the same nation he was protecting. Meanwhile, she was Shi Nian, his little mute maidservant who followed him to his death. In this life, Jiang Jinyan was a high jump athlete who had his future ruined by a car accident that took one of his legs. He became a reclusive, gloomy and absolutely unapproachable Jiang Jinyan, totally different than how she remembered General Jiang to be. With a string of bizarre cases which led her back to the serial killer, would she be able to reunite with him once again? *** In her past life, she couldn’t say any word. This life, she wanted to use every chance she have to tell him, “It’s you. It has always been you." *** Additional tags: Romance, reincarnation, teen, school life, psychological, thriller, urban crime, police, detective, disabilities, emo male lead, strong protagonists, slow burn, gore, important side character(s), mental illness, manipulation, negative thoughts, mature Police, Crime and Love Series 1. My Dearest General (completed) 2. The Devil By My Side (coming soon) Follow my reading list "Delana's Books" to receive updates! Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Cover is owned by me. Drawn by lia.audelia

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Jin Renguang's black jeep stopped on the side of the road. The window was rolled down and the man's arm hung loosely on the sill, white billows of smoke blowing out of it. Two fingers that held the cigarette flicked and the ashes flowed down to the ground outside, the tip of it was still burning red.

He let out rings of smoke from his mouth, creating a hazy mist that covered his sharp features. The car's machine was purring softly and Twenty One Pilots' Cancer was playing softly on the background. The singer's soft voice suffused into the post raining cold air, inducing chills that rose from the sole of his foot to his whole body.

I'm counting down the days to go

This just ain't livin'

And I just hope you know

I will not kiss you