Poems that you can cry yourself to sleep with, well, sometimes. Just really deep poems for your feels.

I got to school on time before the lecturer was in for the first class. A few of the other students were in. I was quite an introvert, so naive in terms of starting a conversation with anyone I didn't know that good. But the lucky part was that I had a few friends there. I took a seat at my usual sport and took my book out to write my usual poems.
I took a deep breath and tried to think of what to write about. My brain was already full and I just couldn't strain it anymore. I felt like going back home and just taking a deep sleep and submerge myself into dreams. Unfortunately all those dreams I had were never reality.
My phone beeped and I saw messages from the last semisters what'sapp group. I was the class representative then. I passed through the dozens of messages and the name Brian hit me.
Hmm..Brian, a guy I had a crush on in school ever since Dylan started snobbing me all the time. He was cool, funny and a charmer. I wasn't good at telling someone I loved them especially men and especially romantic kind of love. So I tried my best to show him how I was head over heels in love with him in hope he'll notice me and ask me out. I spent most of the time with him, paired myself with him in most of the class group games and conversations, bought him soda a certain day all girls had to buy a soda for the boys but all that was in vain. He still never asked me out. At some point I thought maybe it's because he didn't feel the same way I did for him but it was obvious he did. I guess he was too shy to just let me know he was inlove with me.
I checked my phone for any messages expecting Dylan's. I was really stupid, Dylan never texted me with the excuse that he was not a message person he loved phone calls more than messages. Something funny was that he was always online. I bought all that lie unfortunately.
Shortly two of my friends walked into the class room and I just  smiled my misery off my face as they came towards me. Suddenly one of them, Dan, snatched my book from the table. 'Oooh Shit it's my secret book' My mind informed me. "What have you written in here." He asked as he moved back to check the book with his friend Fidel. I stood up hurriedly before they could check the content inside and followed to get my book back but they kept on putting it out of my reach as they flip pages . I couldn't let anyone know what I was passing through. Though it was full of poems and I was sure they won't figure out that was my life. "Stop it you two, give me back my book!" I complained trying my best to get my book back. I succeeded at getting it back. Fidel took a seat behind me and Dan next to him. Shortly the lecturer walked into class and all attention turned to him.


Daisy Claudius is experiencing the worst days of her life. Everything is going from bad to worse and when she at the point of breakdown someone hold her hand but it still becomes complicated than she thought it would be.

81. When you are not with me, my longing can only rely on rhymes. The rhymes that are increasingly piling up with time. Without knowing, how high he will hoard each other. (1405th poem, May 10 2017)
82. And to the stars that decorate the sky tonight, please convey how much I miss them. (1414th poem, May 10 2017)
83. To be honest, I could have sent my poems to you every hour. But I just want to pause. Pause from all my time that you have stolen just to think about you. (1228th poem, April 25 2017)
84. Keep smiling. So that my poetry always hums melodiously, along with the boisterous calm of the wind that blows my hair at this time. (1381th poem, 09 May 2017)
85. Fly your prayers high and high, pierce the sky with the sparkle of every hope you. Don't worry that your prayers will be ignored or rejected by God. Take it easy, I support your good prayers from here. It is enough for you to write your prayers on the lantern, let my prayer be the light and the hot steam, which helps to fly it. (1450th Poem, 13 May 2017)
86. Your smile sparkles beautifully. Your laughter bursts out colorful. Then God's favor, which other can I deny? (The 128th poem, 09 December 2016)
87. One more thing, I also like the moment when we tell funny things, then you smile because of my story. Do you know? your smile is the idea horizon of all my poetry. Even though it sounds cliché, your smile is indeed my day's cheer up every morning, and my sleep conditioning every night. (The 914th poem, 11 March 2017)
88. Because I still remember very well when I fell in love. I fell in love not only because I liked you, not because you were beautiful, or because of some other physique. However, I fell in love with you because I wanted to make you happy. And if the sky is one of the proofs of God's greatness, then you are also proof that He is able to create something perfectly in every detail. I am grateful to be able to write down every detail of your beauty together with simple poems, here. (14 May 2017)

89. Later, you will find a quiet afternoon, quiet without a sound. With the silence that drowns you, the time takes you to a memorial to the past. Then you come back to remember all the memories, and they one by one comes to your mind. And without you knowing it, you finally smiled when my turn passed. (The 892th poem, 09 March 2017)
90. The night may be getting late. Leaving behind a dim light and leaving a chill that grew freezing. But that only applies at night, not with my longing. As it gets late, my longing is getting more passionate. The higher, the more soaring. (1379th poem, May 08 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

Boom! boom! boom!

Shortly after Wang Xiao returned to his room, there was a knock on the door, and he immediately got up from the bed in shock.

I don't know who is here to stop by?

For a moment, it's not Xue Qinghe or Ning Rongrong, but Ning Rongrong's probability is bigger.

After all, Xue Qinghe is camouflage, and it is impossible a lamb in a tiger's den at night, so he can expose it by himself.

So he opened a crack in the door and looked outside.

This!

I can see clearly, it turned out to be Xue Qinghe, not Ning Rongrong.

Why is he here?

a lamb in a tiger's den?

Wang Xiao was a little funny, opened the door and let him in: "Brother Qinghe, good evening!"

Xue Qinghe un'ed: "Cousin Rongrong…"

"Just call me Brother Xiao Xiao!" Wang Xiao added.

Xue Qinghe is speechless: "Brother Xiao Xiao."

"Well, I don't know Brother Qinghe doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, why come to my room?"

"Oh , Drop in."

Suddenly remembered a joke from the world, "President next door"!

hmph hmph hmph ~

Wang Xiao couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Xue Qinghe looked at his laughter, some have one's hair stand on end.

"Nothing, please come in!" Wang Xiao closed his smile, but he couldn't make him feel unstable.

After all, Qian Renxue will be his own girl in the future, and at least some respect is required.

Xue Qinghe hesitated before squeezing into the room from his side.

Wang Xiao sniffed immediately, and a floral scent came out of her body. Needless to say, it was perfume.

Xin said, Qian Renxue had to do this in order to cover up his femininity.

ka-cha ~

As soon as Xue Qinghe entered the house, Wang Xiao locked the door back.

"Brother Xiao Xiao, what are you?" Xue Qinghe was a little nervous when he saw him locked the door.

Wang Xiao grinned: "Brother Qinghe don't need to be nervous, I'm afraid cousin Rongrong will come over and disturb our romantic couple's world."

"What…" Xue Qinghe I took a few steps back and felt that this romantic couple's world was not right: "Brother Xiao Xiao, I'm a genuine man, don't you be foolish?"

Okay, you finally know that you are scared!

Afraid of reinstalling?

Thinking I don't know you are a fake.

Wang Xiao smiled immediately, using an innocent appearance to dispel the other's vigilance, and looking at the running out of the window: "Brother Qinghe, look at the moonlight outside the window tonight?"

p>

Xue Qinghe is a little confused, but he still sees: "The moon is bright and beautiful, why?"

"Well," Wang Xiao nodded, and approached Xue Qinghe a few steps: "as The saying goes Good, wine every confidant has a thousand cups, amidst flowers and in the moonlight wine is happy."

"You and I are in this vast sea of ​​people, and we have fate to meet each other for thousands of miles. Isn't it fate? "

"Fate?" Xue Qinghe took a few steps back, his whole body seemed to tremble unconsciously: "What fate? Brother Xiao Xiao can really make a joke."

" no no no !" Wang Xiao approached Xue Qinghe again: "Brother Qinghe, I have good wine and delicacies, and you have poetry and poetry, so why don't you and I talk about wine and chant a poem tonight?"

"Poem?" Xue Qinghe finally sighed in relief, my God!

It scared me to death.

I thought he meant that, but it seemed that I wanted to be crooked.

Wang Xiao looked innocent and nodded: "Naturally it is chanting, otherwise what do you think I am doing? We are all men, what else can we do?"

"I Seeing you are very nervous, can I still eat you? What do you want? I am a serious spirit master, not a vampire bat, evil spirit master, mice, flies, mosquitoes or something, let's not Eat people, don't suck blood, don't bite people, okay."

"Oh," Xue Qinghe wiped the sweat from his head: "Sorry, Brother Xiao Xiao, I'm so worried. I thought you liked that…"

"You…" Wang Xiao couldn't help interrupting him, and gave him a little chestnut: "Brother Qinghe is really true, I am a dignified and beautiful young man. How can you do such a nasty thing."

Xue Qinghe took a few steps back and sat on the chair at the table before he breathed a sigh of relief: "That is, that is! Brother Xiao Xiao looks at all. Not dirty."

"Then let me chant a poem!" Wang Xiao moved a chair and placed it opposite Xue Qinghe, and then sat face to face: "The moon is shining in front of the bed. Frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown."

"Looking at the mountains from afar, listening to the water is silent, the flowers are still there in spring, and the birds are not surprised when they come."

"Leaving the original grassland, one year old and one year old, one year old, one year old and one year old, one year old, one year old, one year old, one year old, one year old and one year old, the wildfire burns endlessly, Then The Spring Breeze Will Blow And Give Life To It Once More Don't love."

Wang Xiao chanted three poems with one mouth.

Xue Qinghe can be shocked: "tsk tsk tsk, didn't expect, really didn't expect, Xiao Xiao brother's literary talent is so good, poems are like springs, open mouths into poems, I am willing to bow down."

Wang Xiao smiled without saying a word, and said in his heart, if Brother has such a literary talent, he will be alive and moisturized in that world!

"Shili Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is gloomy. Looking at the moon shape, I only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals."

Xue Qinghe listened to this poem. , I immediately envy: "Brother Xiao Xiao, this poem is good, can you write it down and give it to me?"

"Of course!" Wang Xiao slightly smiled, unexpectedly, borrow this poem "Nether Soul" Poems in movies, you can also pick up girls!

Fortunately, this is Douluo Continent, even if it is a poem copy, no one knows.

Xue Qinghe immediately found a pen and paper, let Wang Xiao read it, write it down by himself, and do it all in one go.

Then ask Wang Xiao to sign.

Xue Qinghe was included in his spirit tool, and he checked that the time was late, so he said: "Brother Xiao Xiao, can you help me?"

"What? "Wang Xiao didn't care much on the surface, but he was secretly happy. The big beautiful woman asks herself to help, where is she unwilling.

"When I was taking a shower, something unclean entered my room. I could feel it but couldn't see it. Not only did I touch my head, but also kissed my mouth and ears. So I… don't dare to go back to sleep."

Wang Xiao heard that this is not him, but still pretended to say: "Oh, this way! What can I do for you?"

"I suspect that it is a sex ghost, but there is no evidence."

"A sex ghost!" Wang Xiao's eyes widened, Qian Renxue, is he so dirty? I too praised me too much: "I said Brother Qinghe, in fact, you don't have to be afraid at all. If I guess it is correct, even if you are a pervert, you are a female pervert. You don't suffer."

"Female Pervert? How do you know that it is a female pervert rather than a male pervert? Do you know them?" Xue Qinghe was puzzled.

Qian Renxue, it's finally showing off!

"You, you!" Wang Xiao gave him a small chestnut: "You think. You are a man. How can a male ghost take advantage of you? Are you disgusting?"

This. . .

Xue Qinghe suddenly realized that he had been too deeply into the play and had forgotten his identity.

"So, you are a little fresh meat, and it is a female sex ghost who takes advantage of you, understand?"

"Understand, understand." Xue Qinghe's mind turned Hurry up, try to fool yourself with the negligence just now and cover up your bare feet.

"So, the female pervert is not terrifying, but the terrifying is that the female pervert is still a big beauty!"

Xue Qinghe was surprised: "Why? Is the beauty bad? "

Wang Xiao gave him another little chestnut: "You are stupid! If the female sex ghost is too beautiful, you can't stand the temptation again, come every day, do you suffer?"

Ah~

Xue Qinghe's eyes widened, and he didn't know how to answer the following words for a while, so he could only stand there motionless and listen to what he could do.



From the story of Douluo mainland, it crosses the sign-in flow. Sign in successfully in the Qibao Liulizong: get the martial soul Thunder hammer! Sign in at the Holy Soul Village: Obtain the Exquisite Heart of Seven Orifices, with innate soul power. Sign in to Wuhun Hall: Obtain the Wuhun of Caulis spatholobi! And awakened: Twelve Wing Saint Angel Martial Soul, Twelve Wing Dark Angel Martial Soul. As the protagonist, start to become stronger in life! Leading the Wuhun Temple, out of a different result

Ying Yue wakes up to the noises of maids running around the mansion. With her eyes barely opened, Ying Yue drags herself out of bed. Trying not to wake her mother, she climbs out of bed and prepares to leave to her room. Ying Yue spots Chunhua as she reaches the hallway that leads to her room.

"Chunhua? what's with all the morning ruckus?"

"My lady, you were deployed and didn't know, but it looks like the crown prince has send news for the second miss to enter his harem as a consort. The crown prince is coming himself shortly." 

"What?!"

Ying Yue froze in spot, unable to utter another word. In disbelief she makes her way to her room. There she finds that her room was broken into. Her poems and letter were scattered around her room. 

"Chunhua....who..who....dares to break into my room?!" 

Screaming at the top of her lungs, Ying Yue was furious. She wanted answers and was not going to wait around to find out. 

"My lady, no one has come to this side of the mansion, so I am not sure who broke in."

"Someone broke into the mansion and no one was aware?!"

"I'm sorry my lady, I do not know. I was with your mother while you were away."

With a heavy sign, Ying Yue dismisses Chunhua to have some time alone. With tears in her eyes, Ying Yue picks up whatever was left of her letters and poems from the prince. Wiping away her tears she forces herself to change her clothes and do her hair. She wanted to at least look presentable for when the crown prince comes to pick up Jia Li. 

"Sigh...it looks like I will never be happy in this life time. God tell me why? Why am I the one that must suffer?"

After a moment, Ying Yue collects herself and reminds herself that she is not like other women. She must put the kingdoms safety and happiness before her own. Ying Yue finally puts on a dress, the dress she had originally bought to meet the crown prince in. She places a jade hair pin in her hair and adds light blush to her pale skin. Ying Yue then leaves to go greet her father. Hoping for a better explanation.

"Good morning father, I hope you rested well."

"Ah! Ying Yue, today is a joyous day! Ha Ha!" 

"Father, why don't you fill me in on how the crown prince decided to add Jia Li to his harem? I thought you were against women of the Yangs joining the imperial harem?" 

"Hmm I was, but the crown prince has promised to make Jia Li his empress if I were to let her join now as a consort until he becomes emperor. Ha Ha what a joyous day! God is truly blessing us."

Ying Yue thought to herself that god does not exist. If they did exist, they were blind. Allowing these horrible greedy people happiness while her and her mother worked so hard in life just to get nothing in return. Ying Yue decides to leave the main building and heads out towards the entrance to the garden. There she sees Jia Li.

"Well if it isn't sister Jia Li."

"Oh? look who it is Nanjing."

Chucking among each other. Ying Yue still hasn't forgotten about her room incident. 

"Enough of your laughing, Jia Li I know it was you who broke into my room."

"Oh my! What could you have in that run-down shabby room that I could want?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Ying Yue knew that the only person who would benefit from raiding her room was Jia Li, but she had no proof. She had no evidence either. Ying Yue was bluffing at this point. 

"You think I woudln't know it was you? You think I won't tell the crown prince?!"

"Tell him what? I have nothing to hide. Hmph If that's all you have to say then excuse me. I have to go get ready for the crown princes visit."

Forcing herself to remain calm. Ying Yue bites back her lips and heads back to her mothers residence. 

"Mother!" 

"Oh my dear Ying Yue, what's wrong? You look like you've been crying."

"Mother why is life so unfair? why do we have to live like this?"

"My dear sweet daughter, life is never fair. We suffer now, but I'm sure someday we will get the happiness we deserve. Now let's go fix your makeup and hair." 

Ying Yues mother did her own hair and makeup all the time as she didn't have any personal maids while married to Ying Yues father. 

"Since the crown prince is coming, we all must look presentable. Isn't that right Ying Yue?" 

Ying Yues mother clips Ying Yue's hair up, braiding a portion and weaving it into a small bun. She then pins the jade hair pin Ying Yue was wearing on. Although they were poor, Ying Yues father still sends over products for his first wife as she still has to look presentable in case of any events. Ying Yues mother then applies a hint of blush and lipstick for Ying Yue. With a look of satisfaction Ying Yues mother breaks into a smile. 

"There...you look a lot like me when I was your age."

"Really mother?"

Ying Yue faces the mirror and sees her reflection for once. She never thought she'd look so feminine. Ying Yue looked like a noble daughter. Before they could say much, the crown prince and his guards were near the residence. 

"Be on your way Ying Yue."

Ying Yue leaves and walks to the front entrance where her father, step mother and Jia Li was. Jia Li was in shocked the instant she saw Ying Yue.

"Oh my, is the sun facing the other way today or is Ying Yue actually a woman?"

"I'd be careful with what I say Jia Li, you don't want to ruin your face on the day you enter the palace do you?"

"Why you!" 

"Silence both of you! are you planning to embarrass me today?!"

Jia Li and Ying Yue stopped bickering after they notice the crown prince's carriage approaching. They both ran out of the main hall and went to greet the prince at the entrance. The moment the crown prince stepped out of carriage and walked to Jia Li, Ying Yues heart was struck once again. She had never felt anything like it before. She felt like she was stabbed, yet there was no wound. The crown prince then approaches Ying Yue.

"Ah, you must Ying Yue. You've done many things for this country. I heard you had to return after sustaining an injury. Thank you for your services."

"Thank you, your highness. For acknowledging this one. I was merely doing my duties as the imperial general. If I may ask, how did your highness and Jia Li meet?"

"Funny story, Jia Li turned out to be the girl I've been writing to for two years."

"Oh....is she now?...and you believe her? Your highness what if I told you I was the original writers of those poems and letters would you believe me?"

The crown prince was no longer smiling. Rather he had a serious face on. Even his tone of voice changed. In his soft low voice, he whispered to Ying Yue.

" Ying Yue Yang, I will pretend I didn't hear what you said. Out of respect for your father and what you've done for this kingdom I will pardon you."

"Your Highness! I am no liar!"

Ying Yue tries to grab the prince's hand, but the prince slaps away Ying Yues hand. Ying Yue knew it was too late. Whatever she said now the crown prince would not believe her, he is too enchanted with Jia Li to notice who's real and who's not. 

Jia Li noticed the crown prince and Ying Yue talking, she came and interrupted. Worried that Ying Yue might mention things about the poems and letters. 

"Your highness lets be on our way! I can't wait to see my residence there."

"Yes, you're right. I must greet mother and father in law first before we leave. My mother is eager to meet you as well."

Ying Yue stood all alone, by the big tree in the front yard. Staying feets away from the crown prince and Jia Li, as a way to hide her tears. Ying Yues father and step mother hurriedly rushed out of the mansion to greet the crown prince. 

"Greetings crown prince, welcome to our humble home."

"Ah! marquis, no need for formality. We will be family soon."

"Crown prince, please come inside and rest. How rude of me to make you wait in the sun like this."

"No need marquis. I have prior engagements I need to attend. I've come to pick Jia Li up. We will be leaving, but worry not. We will find another time to come visit."

Just like that the crown prince left the Yang residence with Jia Li and her maid. Hurt and betrayed Ying Yue remained silent. Watching the royal carriage leave and nearly out of sight Ying Yue softly whispers to herself.

".....Goodbye my first love....."

Tears rolls down Ying Yues eyes. That day she promised to never cry about this incident again. She burned all her poems and letters to the crown prince and the ones she got from him. Ying Yue wanted to forget and move on. Night draws near and Ying Yue decided to sleep in her mothers room again tonight. Every so often Ying Yue gets dreams. Dreams of a different world and a red haired man. Ying Yue doesn't talk about them, nor does she share it with anyone. The dreams were never scary or so she thought. 

"Ah...Ahhhhh!" 

Ying Yue screams at the top of her lungs, sweating. Clenching the blanket in her hands. Ying Yue screams woke up her mother. 

"Ying Yue! Wake up!" 

"Ah! help!"

Ying Yues mother shakes Ying Yue and snapped her out of it. Ying Yue sat up so quick she almost reopened her wound. 

"Mom?"

"What's wrong Ying Yue? Tell me!" 

After a moment of silence, Ying Yue collects herself and finally speaks and decides to tell her mother of her dreams.

"Mom, please listen to what I say. For the past four years I've been having these really vivid dreams. I'm in a place that looks like another world. I see beautiful nature, lands, crops, and creatures that don't look like the ones here. It looked like a place blessed with the heaven's blessings. There's also a handsome man with red hair, in my dreams he's calling my name. The way he looks at me, makes it look like he knows who I am."

Ying Yues mothers eyes widen. She was stuttering to say something, but couldn't. 

"You..you said red hair?"

"Yes, red hair mother. Why?"

"No..no no why? you're all I have!" 

Ying Yue was shocked, her mother just clinging onto her and not explaining wasn't helping. She knew she had to try and calm down her mother. 

"Mother, what's wrong? what does it mean?"

"Ying Yue...red haired people are from the royal bloodline of the dragon clan...."

"What does me dreaming about it mean?" 

"Shhh! Ying Yue! You must not tell this to anyone else okay?! No one else, not even his majesty or your father! Do you understand?!"

Ying Yues mother was squeezing her hands so hard she knew something was wrong. 

"Ah! alright mother I won't."

"Good! Now try to sleep. We will figure something out in the morning."

Ying Yue forces herself to go back to sleep. This time she doesn't dream of anything. Just empty darkness.

Crops will wilt, animals will die to unknown causes and wells will dry up. After angering the heavens, the humans were taught a lesson to never overstep their boundaries. Sacrifices were made, and what humans’ thought was gone, has returned. Five hundred years of peace and prosperity is about to come crumbling down. Someone must rise from this and put an end to this curse once and for all. Who will it be? Ying Yue thought she was just an imperial general. Doing her duty to defend the kingdom, who would've thought that after being wronged by her own sister she would end up being destined for something greater.

***Writer notes: Novice writer, no proper education or prior writing lessons. Yes, there will be grammar errors. ***
This story is completely fiction, so before you read it, make sure to throw all logic out. (Lol)

In the morning, waking up with joyful laughter, I opened my eyes and found that I was lying on the floor, by the window, covered with a blanket. 
 
Remembering what happened last night, I suddenly smiled. And this smile told me that I am happy. 
 
When I saw the pictures that Moonlight took, I couldn't stop smiling. 
 
For the first time, life seemed full of hope and dreaming. For the first time, the morning seemed like a fairy tale. 
 
Dressed, I went down to the first floor, and saw in front of me what made me shine with happiness. 
 
My mother, standing at the stove, with our new occupant, baked pancakes. 
 
Moonlight, having gathered its hair in a bun, stood beside her, completely strange to me. 
 
"What's going on here?" I asked. 
 
When the Moonlight saw me, it dropped an empty plate and immediately exclaimed, "Good morning!"
 
"Moonlight learns very quickly. This morning, it learned to bake pancakes, cook some dishes and also maintain the wisest and most intelligent conversation," mom said. 
 
"Can I try these pancakes?" 
 
Today, for some reason, I tried not to look into the eyes of this creature. 
 
"I haven't cooked anything in so long. And why don't people spend more time in the kitchen now? Homemade food is much tastier than that artificial." 
 
"Or worse, food in the form of a chip that feeds the body for three months." 
 
The sweet taste and aroma of fresh oranges made me smile again. And even that noise, and the voice that shouted, about something - on the outside, did not bother me at all. 
 
"What are you planning to do today? When will you take your book to that publishing house?" mother asked, pretending that she hadn't noticed my sudden change of mood. 
 
"I think the publishing house is no longer working. There are some people sitting there, and they just pretend to love books. But Yundoran found out that they were just going through old books and magazines and burning unnecessary ones." 
 
"But you know that you can always publish the book yourself. All you have to do, is to call one of my friends." 
 
"I don't want to ask for the help of your friends. If you mean that artist and his brothers, no. I'm not calling them. I want to achieve everything myself," I replied and caught Moonlight's gaze. 
 
It looked at me like it knew what I was talking about. It was such an understanding look. 
 
My mother, putting her hand on my shoulder with a look full of anxiety and tenderness, said, "I don't want you to have any difficulty. Now, everyone can make their dream come true. Maybe you should see more opportunities around you than try to do everything yourself." 
 
"But you are a sculptor and an artist. Your work was created by you, and you have achieved everything yourself. So why don't you want me to achieve my dreams myself?" 
 
"I just don't want you to spend your youth chasing a dream. You know you've got an eternity ahead of you. Now, why don't you just enjoy the life?" 
 
"Previously, parents forced their children to study hard. And now, they're making the kids enjoy the life." 
 
"Because now, you have eternity. There's no point in rushing. Previously, people had limited time. That's why they tried so hard to fill the years with some meaning. But now, a time when a person can just live. To live for life itself." 
 
"Living for life itself," Moonlight repeated. 
 
"Yes. To live for life itself. That must be your life motto," my mother said, and suddenly, plunged into silence. From her look, I realized that she had a new idea. 
 
"Mom, thank you for breakfast. I haven't tasted such delicious pancakes in a long time," I said and kissed her. 
 
"Why don't you show the books, your favorite alley to our new guest?" 
 
I looked at the creature that was sitting opposite. Why every time I look into these eyes, I feel like time stops? 
 
"I wish you good inspiration," I told her in response. 
 
Back in my room, I couldn't relate my thoughts to each other. I wanted to show Moonlight so much that I forgot that only yesterday, I wanted to return this creature back. 
 
Looking at me silently, Moonlight smiled a little. 
 
I asked, "Aren't you tired? Maybe you should get some sleep. After all you have only recently been created, you must be getting tired quickly?" 
 
"Creatures like me don't need sleep. But I probably should sleep once a week. But also, this sleep lasts only an hour," it replied. 
 
"Do you see dreams?" 
 
"Not yet." 
 
There was an awkward silence that made me pretend to look for the books and look for something. 
 
Having dropped a collection of poems of a one long-forgotten poet, I wanted to take it, but as it usually happened in old films, we touched each other's hands which made me tremble. 
 
"Do you know how to read?" 
 
"Yes. While you were sleeping, I learned to read." 
 
"And what was the first thing you read?" 
 
It pointed me to a little book, or rather a guide to how to drive a flying machine. 
 
"Not the best book to start reading." 
 
"I'd like to read your book," Moonlight suddenly said, and as if specifically, to give its words some meaning, it took a few steps in my direction. But there was no point. It just wanted to take one of the books on my desk. 
 
"My book? Do you want to be my first reader?" 
In front of me, forth, was the most sincere, kind and pure creature, whose thoughts were just as beautiful as the Moon itself. 
 
"Yes. I wonder what you're writing about." 
 
"You can easily read my mind," I said. 
 
As always, the surprised look made me nervous, but I tried to look indifferent. 
 
"I can. But I don't want to read your mind without your permission."
 
I was surprised by that answer. 
 
"If a person could read minds, he or she would use this skill without any doubt." 
 
"Tell me about people." 
 
"You better see it with your own eyes." 
 
Noticing that it wanted to read the book that was still in my hands, I said, "This is a collection of poems. Of course, now, no one writes poetry. And it's very sad." 
 
"Poems," it whispered, as if it were some kind a of mystery. 
 
When I turned away, I felt the presence of this creature in the room and saw a reflection on the mirrored wall opposite. 
 
And what I noticed made my heart ache. 
 
These eyes expressed no longer surprise, they expressed, sadness. 
 
Sensing my gaze, Moonlight asked, "Why are mirrors everywhere?"
 
"My mother came up with this style. I don't know why, but she likes mirrors." 
 
"I like that style, too." 
 
"Why?" 
 
"I can see your reflection wherever you are," Moonlight replied. 
 
Silence again created an awkwardness. 
 
"Are you afraid?" it suddenly asked. 
 
"Why do you think so?" 
 
"I don't know. I just want to understand you." 
 
It was hard for me to continue this conversation. And to my happiness, hearing some strange noise, somewhere outside the house, I ran to the window and saw Yundoran. 
 
And immediately the thought came to me that he should not see Moonlight. 
 
"Moonlight, you need to sit here and wait for me. Don't go anywhere without me." 
 
"I'll be waiting for you here." 
 
I quickly grabbed my jacket, and I ran out of the room and closed the door. 
 
And when I left the room, Yundoran ran out to meet me. The expression on his face was slightly frightened. 
 
"What happened?" 
 
"You need to listen to something," he said, grabbing my hand, running toward the door. 
 
Still frightened, Yundoran quickly got into the car and ordered me to close the door, which I did. Then, looking around, he muttered something, but I didn't understand anything. It's the first time I've seen him so concerned. 
 
"What happened? Tell me." 
 
Silently pressing the little button above his head, Yundoran applied his index finger to his lips as a sign that I had to remain silent too. 
 
A quiet, barely perceptible voice filled a tense silence. 
 
"These creatures are a real treasure. They are even more important than what humanity has achieved. With them, with their ability to read minds, we will be able to follow everyone, understand everyone and most importantly know what everyone is thinking. Don't you think that this will allow us to understand the desires of every inhabitant of this planet, so that we know what to do to improve the lives of everyone. I think it will be necessary for us." 
 
When the voice stopped speaking, I heard Sennhandd's quiet voice. But his words remained promiscuous. 
 
"Where did you hear this conversation?" 
 
"I went to visit an old friend. A friend of mine works in one of the branches of SCIBMAG. And so, as I was passing by the office of the chief of this place, I accidentally heard this conversation. And there was Sennhandd. You know what's the worst part? He didn't mind, he just listened and agreed with everything Mrs. Lane said to him." 
 
"Lane? Who is she? I've never heard of her." 
 
"Sometimes I think you're really living in a different time." 
 
"So, who is she?"
 
"Lane, she's the main character of the whole SCIBMAG. Everyone thinks it's Sennhandd. But really, it's her. Without her, no one will do anything. And even Sennhandd does everything what she says. If she doesn't like something, she says so. Every invention, every idea goes through her approval. I'm just surprised you don't know such an important and mysterious person." 
 
"This is the first time I've heard of her. And what do you think of what she said? Do you think that's going to be true? Does she really think she can read everyone's mind? It's impossible. How much effort it will take? And yet, why would she read mind when, now, everyone just doesn't have any thoughts," I said and laughed. Although, I realized that there was nothing funny about it. 
 
"If Lane has something to do, nothing will stop her. She will go to the end, but will reach her goal. Did you hear what she said, didn't you? These creatures, I knew they could read minds for a reason. One predictor was right to say that in the future, even in thought, a person will not be free. And now, this day has come." 
 
Noticing the obvious worry on his face, I put my arms around his shoulders and said, "But we have nothing to worry about or hide. Our thoughts are clear." 
 
"Aren't you scared? Just imagine, your every thought will be known to those who can at any moment use your own thoughts against you. I'm scared. I don't want them to know my thoughts." 
 
"So, my beautiful friend has something he wants to hide? What secrets do you have? I think I know. You're afraid they'll find out that your thoughts are always just about me." 
 
"I'm not joking right now. Oki, look, we shouldn't let these Wizards read our minds," he whispered.
 
"What are you suggesting I do? Or what do you want to do? How are you going to stop them? You're just a human being. You're not even part of SCIBMAG." 
 
"I'll do anything to stop them," he said, and for the first time, became so serious that I for a moment didn't recognize my friend.

This story takes place in distant future when all people are immortal. 

There are no diseases, no suffering. There is no division into rich and poor. Everyone is equal. 

Science is developing so fast, that robots, other dimensions became an ordinary things. 

And in addition to all this, scientists created someone who can read thoughts and fulfill any wishes. 

They called these creatures - Wizards. 

With the appearance of this kind of magical creatures who were born in the laboratory, people have a new source of entertainment. 

They can make a wish and magical creature will make it come true. 

Now, the world has completely changed. But humans became cold and emotionless. 

New dangers are everywhere. Even if the world is free from death and suffering. 


When everything becomes too cruel and scary, the main character goes against the system, in order to remind everyone about what is it to be a human. 

There is a long journey to understand it. And on his way, the main character meets his love. So now, he has more meaning in his life. 

This is the story about cruelty and morality. It is ironical and sad. But the love is always beautiful, even if everyone forgot about it.

"Ling'r, care to explain why Robbie told me you skipped your lectures today?" 

I was in my dad's office, or my future-office I think.

I looked at dad sheepishly. 'Darn Robbie! Why would you snitch on me!' I muttered under my breath.

"Ummmm, hahaha, dad! Why would Robbie tell you that? I didn't do anything at all! I was in every lecture, quietly copying notes," I grinned.

"Don't you dare and try to wiggle your way out of this. You know that I'll only allow you to take part in my business once you're qualified!" he roared.

"Well, if you realized I didn't want to participate in your business in the first place! It was you who forced me into this, dad!" I confidently answered.

"Ling'er how dare you to talk back! This is outrageous! I can't have my daughter being so disrespectful to her elders! You will have extensive courses with your counselor to improve your attitude!" dad fumed.

"Dad! I don't want to go there again. The counselor treats me as if I have some mental problem! But clearly, I don't at all!" I screamed.

At that moment, Robbie walked in with a stack of files. "Boss, these are-" he tried saying when he saw me. "Hello, Miss."

"Robbie! Why did you snitch on me? Now, dad wants to send me back to that darn counselor again! You know how much I hate being in there!" I wailed.

"You! Ling'er, why are you blaming Robbie now? Clearly, you're at fault!" Dad bellowed.

"B-but-" I tried defending myself.

"That's it. Get out of my office! I will schedule a counseling session for you!"

"Fine!" I yelled and stomped away.

I was about to dramatically slam the door shut when I heard Robbie.

"BOSS! Are you okay?" 

Puzzled, I rushed into the office again.

Only to be stopped by his secretary.

"Young Miss, please follow me." She smiled.
"Hold on, where did you come from?" I questioned. If my mind wasn't playing tricks with me, I clearly remember that she was nowhere in dad's office.

"I was always in the office, young miss."

I was bewildered. There was another person in dad's office? I know I'm very oblivious to my surroundings, but I never knew I could be that less attentive.

"But I've never seen you in there, Miss-" I eyed her nametag. 

"Fang."

"Well, maybe I'm that unnoticeable. Anyway, the CEO asked me to take you home. You have another hour before your counseling session starts."

"Darn. I thought dad was joking! Miss Fang, please don't take me to the counselor. I promise I won't rat you out if dad asks," I whispered and looked at her pleadingly.

"Nice try, young miss. However, I take my job very seriously. Let's go!" 

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

"Oh, look who's here!" the man smugged.
"F*ck you, Edison. I was forced to come here," I huffed in anger and immediately sat down on a black leather couch with my legs crossed.

"Now, now. What have I said about cussing in my office, Ling'er?" Edison smirked.

"Ugh, whatever. Let's just get this over with."

Edison took a seat on a wooden chair located in front of me.

"Alright, this time, you have been skipping your lectures often. Is something going on?"

"Well, I find this business thing too difficult for me to comprehend," I answered quietly as I twiddled with my thumbs.

"Hmm, that's unusual. The Ling'er I know would never give up. Are you being bullied in college?"

"Haha, what a funny joke! Me? Getting bullied?" I laughed while swatting my hands all over. "If anyone dares to even threaten me, I'll just crush them into pieces," I shrugged.

"If you're not getting bullied, then why would you just run out of your classes like that? " Edison patiently asked.

"I told you, I don't understand anything taught by the lecturer." 

"Are you sure? You could've just asked the lecturer about that topic instead of ditching class so abruptly."

"Edison, you know I would ask teachers about anything. B-but, that incident, is q-quite traumatizing," I replied, my voice getting softer and my words getting incoherent.

That incident was something I wish I could remove from my brain. That incident crumbled my entire world. That incident engulfed me in the darkness for a period of time. 

"Sweetheart, that incident is in the past. That despicable scum has even gotten his punishment. You should let go of the dark spot in your memories," Edison said as he gently patted my head.

"H-how? There are still nights when I have those nightmares. P-plus, you only told me to forgive but not to forget."

Edison looked at me. "Yi Ling, how about we try a new type of therapy. I'll give you an empty journal, and you jot down your feelings into the book. Whether you're over the moon, or you're in the depths of despair, you should still write in it."

"You want me to keep a diary? Edison! You know I don't like keeping diaries!" I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"No no, not a diary. It's a feeling journal. It contains only your feelings and not secrets. Don't you like writing poems? You can always portray your feelings in the form of poems as well," Edison soothingly pacified me.

"B-but I-" I tried reasoning with Edison, only to be interrupted.

"Ling'er, if you keep refusing, I will increase your counseling sessions with me," Edison threatened.

I was baffled. How dare he do this to me? I am his client!

"Fine. But if it doesn't work in three weeks' time, I'll haunt you in your sleep and make you an insomniac," I gave in.

Hearing her chuckles, Fu Hanzheng also smiled.
Two days had passed, and she had eventually decided to call him… and, it was also the first time that she had asked him for help.
"What do you want me to do, so you can go to sleep?"
Although he would rather spend the entire night chatting with her, she was already tired after flying to that place and attending the film festival, and early the next morning, she was supposed to visit another city for the promotional pitch, so she had to take a rest now.
Gu Weiwei lay down with the phone and said, between chuckles, "Continue with your poems."
The poems might sound a bit flirty, but they did cure her heart.
Fu Hanzheng chuckled as he walked to the window and looked at the boundless night scenery before continuing with the Sonnet by William Shakespeare. His low and gentle voice echoed across the silent study.
On the computer resting on the desk, Fu Shiqin wanted to flip his table whilst waiting for him to return to continue their work.
He was busy reporting the work to him but now he was reading love poems to help his girlfriend to help her fall asleep.
Even now he tried to choke him with love, halfway across the globe.
However, the two were having such a sweet conversation that he was totally forgotten.
Fu Shiqin just could not stand it anymore. He made a call and woke up Fu Shiyi who was far away in Shengxi Town.
"Damn it, I haven't slept for two days, what are you making this call for?"
Fu Shiyi cursed as the phone call went through.
"Stop sleeping! Get up and feel the love with me!"
Fu Shiqin put the phone onto speaker and placed it in front of the computer, live streaming how his own brother was reading the love poems.
Fu Shiyi could tell that he was speaking with Mu Weiwei next room after hearing the tone his brother was using.
So he said proudly.
"Hey, second brother, you must thank me! But for my wonderful idea, you would not be able to feel such fresh love now."
He had lived for more than twenty years and he had never known that his brother had any knowledge of love poems.
Unfortunately, he was only able to hear what his brother was talking about, not what Mu Weiwei was saying. The love was not filling enough.
In the room next to him, Gu Weiwei was smiling brightly on the phone.
It must be because of Fu Hanzheng who had given her so much sweet love.
So the rationality had told her that this man was of great danger.
But on this night when she got both sad and frightened.
She still could not help but want to get a touch of sweetness from him so that the bitterness and misery inward could be driven away.
When Fu Hanzheng finished three poems, it was already three in the morning.
"Still not sleepy?"
He thought about sparing more time reading more poems or story books.
Otherwise, he would not be able to help her to sleep when she needed him again.
"A little sleepy now." Gu Weiwei said
She could not fall asleep now, but she felt much better.
"Call me whenever you have a nightmare again." Fu Hanzheng stressed.
He had once asked He Chi about her nightmare.
He Chi said that it was probably because she had gained some inward shadow so due to the car accident she experienced before and the tremendous change happening in her family.
She might not look anything strange in daily time, but when she was sleeping, she would be met with such nightmares.
Gu Weiwei chuckled. "Even if I call you again, you still can't be here with me."
"So you want me to sleep with you?" Fu Hanzheng countered.
On the computer, Fu Shiqin almost spilt the coffee whilst waiting for him to return.
Mu Weiwei, what on earth are you talking about?!
Luckily he was not in Africa for work.
Otherwise, his brother would surely have given him tons of work to do whilst flying directly to her overnight.


Gu Weiwei, the adopted daughter of the most wealthy and powerful Gu Family in A Land, is seriously injured during an attack. Her best friend, Ling Yan, who has been suffering from a heart disease, takes this opportunity to kill Gu Weiwei and snatches her heart for her own transplant surgery.
 Unexpectedly, however, Gu Weiwei is reborn and became Mu Weiwei, the adopted daughter of the most wealthy and powerful Fu Family in Hua Land and somehow ends up having a one-night-stand with the heir Fu Hanzheng. 
From that night on, strange things start to happen. Firstly, Fu Hanzheng, who has no interest in any women, especially not in the noisy young Mu Weiwei, suddenly falls for Mu Weiwei—who now has Gu Weiwei’s soul inside. 
Gu Weiwei decides to take this second chance of life as a precious opportunity to take revenge for both Mu Weiwei and for herself. 
Subsequently, Gu Weiwei uses her own talents and skills and becomes the most popular and beloved movie star in the entire world using Mu Weiwei’s body and successfully crushes all her enemies. 
Meanwhile, she gradually develops a lovely relationship with Fu Hanzheng, who is deeply devoted to her and only her.

Texting with a friend, I showed him my poems that are pretty scary. 
His response was that he'll be up all night, I said "Great , because I have much more to write."

Also asked me how in the world, I came up with this stuff?
I said it just enters my mind, when it's a rhyme, I make it a poem.
If it's a story, I'll make it a novel, sentences in line, words I sign. 

He asked if I'd write about him, well I didn't say no, he'll be part of the show. 
I'm not putting his name, of course I'm not that Insane. 

But say something bad enough to me, and I'll make you famous, if you're a little sane, don't be mean, I'll put your name in my poems. Say that to someone who's rude to you, tell them to change their mood, and find a new one. 

Funny these days when you can utilize social media, to present to the public, all the rude criteria. 
Online or offline, it's never ok, to say something mean, don't ruin one's day.

This novel is encompassed within poetry, thrillers, romance, and reality. It basically holds the content of my mind. I also write for encouragement and creativity.

This book is about what I experience in life: Negative thoughts, bad experiences, and trauma.
I use my book to record my dreams and nightmares I’ve had as well, using poetry to describe them.
It holds my thoughts and feelings which I feel every day. 

While I did not intend my novel to be completely understandable, my intentions are to relate and perhaps encourage others who like myself; Experience fierce depression.
My plan is to make the reader feel and see some of what I see and feel.


As a Christian, I seek to utilize my book to point to Christ in every difficult situation. He has helped and molded me into who I am today. Christ will deliver His children, in need of aid.

I sincerely hope this update of the synopsis, helps in your understanding of my poetry. Please let me know if you need more information. I have written some of my backstory and important information within my poems.

*For more in depth background info, please read chapter 107.

##When I first wrote this book, I did not plan on writing poetry. If I could change the category out of fan-fiction, I would.

I feel like my novel may start a bit slow, but continuing to read, it will build up and intensify.  ;)

A note: I apologize for chapter 130’s typo. When I proofread it, I saw that it had a misspelled word. 
I tried over and over again to update it, but there may be a glitch or something. I’m sorry if you see it too.
Just to clarify, I tried to write the word as “Indefatigably.”

My novel continues through chapters 162-170, which were accidentally published separately; Although they all consist equally with my book: Moving Through Life.  ;)

When she said this, I felt something in my heart, at the same time I heard a slight sound, a shadow quickly swept past Chang He and went behind the screen.


It was Wu Min jun.

He was probably feeling bored then came to find me and when he saw Chang He present, he simply hid and watched the show.

Why is this scenario somewhat familiar?

I remembered that he told me that he had eavesdropped on the roof seven years ago. Hey, didn't that almost seem the same as now?

For seven years, this person has not grown even a little bit...

I pretended not to see him, and said to Chang He: "Of course there will not be."

Chang He stared blankly and rashly said: "But...You are an Emperor, having three thousand beauties in the hou gong is only normal..."

I interrupted her: "You haven't heard of 'returning a smile and smiling, six palaces have no color'?"

Chang He stared blankly: "Are you referring to Chang Yi...?"

...Naturally, that was what it looks like.

I seriously said: "Naturally."

Chang He drew out the corner of her mouth: "But she...has long...not been favored..."

Did you think with you stammering, I will not catch what you mean?!

I said: "Hai, Chang Yi's beauty, you all don't understand her natural charm. Chang Yi is just like...um, 'the hibiscus from the clear water, which is carved naturally'...understand?"

Chang He embarrassingly said: "No, I don't understand."

"..." I heard Wu Min jun quietly sneering.

Chang He didn't have any martial arts, her hearing is not as sensitive as mine, that was why she didn't discover anything, merely pulling the corner of her mouth: "Is it...um, um...Xi Huang liking Chang Yi so much, I as her jiejie, also...feels happy on her behalf."

I readily followed her good advice, "I thank you on her behalf."

**(T/N: readily following good advice: willing to accept other people's views)**

"...There is no need." Chang He waved her hand and asked to leave.


Once Chang He leaves, Wu Min jun flies over, his face full of smiles made me somewhat embarrased, blushing I asked: "What are you smiling about!"

Wu Min jun spoke: "The hibiscus from the clear water, which is carved naturally'..."

I said with stiff face: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing, just randomly reading a few words." Wu Min jun rubbing his smiling face that is a bit stiff.

I shift his topic: "What are you doing coming here?"

Wu Min jun lazily went to the Taishi chair then sat on it: "Come to sleep."

I was baffled: "Why are you coming here to sleep?"

Wu Min jun did not answer me, just said: "Tomorrow is the last day, afterward it will be harder for you to return to Dongyuan."

There was a bit of sorrow in my heart: "Yes ah, hah."

Wu Min jun smiled and said nothing. I didn't bother to drive him away. Sitting on the floor with my knees, it was rare to have no quarrels and shouts between us two, too quiet it made people feel a little scared.

After a while.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

My mouth twitched then I looked up, I saw Wu Min jun sleeping on the chair.

...I know it, the quiet atmosphere between us would always only an illusion.


***

Wu Min jun fell asleep on the imperial tutor chair. I covered him with the quilt then go to bed myself. Its been a while since I walked around outside the palace this early morning, it was really tired.

However, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a trembling sound.

I slowly got up and looked around, then saw Wu Min jun like me, focusing and looking around.

The people that were coming were not few, listening to the sound there are about four people. It would be frightening if I couldn't hear anything.

Wu Min jun stood up, indifferently moved his body and breathe naturally as if sleeping person.

I suddenly thought about that night when I tried to assassinate him. He probably tricked me the same way.

That time I wanted to kill him and now here we are avoiding others' assassination attempts together him. Life is really unpredictable.

Wu Min jun gestured to me, I quietly hid in the corner with him, I held my breath. It didn't take long for the imperial guards outside to faint, then someone gently pushed open the door.

Only one person came in, he did not hesitate to go to the direction of the bed, and in fact, we were next to the bed. He barely reached the bedside when Wu Min jun quickly flew out and hit his neck acupuncture points.

The man was yet to respond before suddenly falling, Wu Min jun placed him directly on the bed, then quickly hid back in the corner and held his breath as I did.

I was amazed, he actually used this trick.

Sure enough, not long after, the three people outside noticed that the first person didn't come out, one by one they came inside. Their first action was to quickly go to the bedside and slash the knife to cut the person on the bed.

The person on the bed that just woke up, immediately turned to fight back. The four people were in disorder. It was hard to find out if it was their own people with only the moonlight outside after they ran out of strength. I and Wu Min jun went out at the right time. Both of us tackled two assassins each, and after a few moves, we easily beat them.

Looking at the four unconscious black people lying on the ground, suddenly I thought of the "blood disaster" that Situ Youqing said this morning. I couldn't help but feel funny. Where is the bloody disaster?

Wu Min jun went to the door and shouted: "There are assassins ah——come people ah——!"

He faintly used a bit internal strength, it made his voice very loud. It didn't take long to hear the frantic sounds in the palace group of troops rushing over.

I feel funny. I walked a few steps to Wu Min jun, then my complexion changed immediately——

In the illumination of the moonlight, I saw on Wu Min jun's butt, great big of bloodstain!

There was the moonlight and blood...sure enough, it was a bloody disaster!

***

Glossary
1. Meaning, when she turned back and smile, she can fascinate many people, while all the woman in six palaces immediately faded in color, it was described the beauty of Yang Guifei. "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is a famous piece of the poems of Bai Juyi, written in the first year (806)
2. Sound of sighing; cough
3. Meaning that the hibiscus flower which is just out of the clear water is simple and beautiful, without any decoration
4. Breathing

With a heart full of determination to sacrifice myself, I decided to assassinate the Crown Prince from the neighboring country. However, when I woke up the next day, I discovered that I had transformed into him, and he me.

Besides the feud between our countries, we had to confront numerous other problems - for instance, how we intended to bathe, how we intended to use the toilet, and most importantly, every morning, when I woke up, I always feel slightly embarrassed.

He wasn't awkward in the slightest, just that he frequently forgot that I am a woman.

Review: This has a similar vibe to "Empress with no Virtue" with an added body switch element for added hilarity. The MC is smart but she can be really clueless about a lot of things and the male lead has a blast teasing her and sometimes even stumbles as he explains some very awkward things to a curious MC, most of the time, she's like a child honestly believing his absurd explanations of how things work, which is absolutely hilarious to him and the readers!

STORY CREDIT:  Credit for the story goes to the original wonderful author, Ze Mu...and the awesome translators Alyschu, 742, Liz Translation...and me, MiraiSaesang!


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