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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

delanasiwarka · 现代言情
分數不夠
397 Chs

Dream On!

The streetlamps along the narrow street could only illuminate the area a few meters around. Jia Ming'en, with hands inside the pocket, walked leisurely down the street, a plastic bag hung on his wrist. His feature was obscured by the darkness, unable to be seen clearly.

Night descended and only a few people remained hanging around—the so-called gangsters and tyrants parading around the streets—who gave him some inquiring and intimidating glances when he walked past. But upon seeing his face, they all retreated and didn't dare to make a squeak.

Sounds of televisions, faint chatter and laughter drifted into his ears, yet his expression remained unchanged. It was both nonchalant and indifferent.