Love Among The Ruins - Chapter 9 -

It’s the beginning of the Apocalypse, and zombies are running rampant over the Earth.

In the wealthy circle of the third district of the Federal Empire, everyone knows that Su Wan, the daughter of the Su family, has loved Huo Yichang for many years.

The two families are rightly matched, and they were childhood sweethearts, but they got married today, but the groom ran away!

Everyone was sympathetic or waiting to see the joke, but the bride Su Wan was very excited!

As long as this wedding is completed, she will not have to be forced to marry, and she will have an explanation to her grandfather.

As for the groom gone? Then change it!

Then Su Wan bumped into a man at the corner of the corridor.

The man was extremely handsome, with fluffy ears, a big fluffy tail, and a pair of big wet eyes, looking at Su Wan expectantly.

Su Wan immediately decided that it was him!

Pull people and run away, the mastermind registers for marriage, and goes through the wedding cutscene, all in one go!

When Su Wan thought that the bridal chamber could be skipped, it happened that this person exploded.

When she woke up, she found that the person she was crying and hugging her dear last night was actually the first commander of the empire?

Su Wan: Run away, run away!

But one month later, at the opening ceremony of the Imperial University, Su Wan looked at the specially invited Commander, who was specially invited on the podium, wearing a dark blue special military uniform, with an ascetic and cold face, and suddenly fell silent.

Gu Jue: I heard that someone took advantage of my distress and dragged me into marriage, and even comforted me?

Su Wan: I haven’t heard of it, it might be a rumor!

A smaller version of ‘Gu Jue’ jumped out next to him: Ma Ma, haven’t you heard of it?

Su Wan: …

- Description from novelbuddy

Four years ago, Mu Xueyi and Zhou Zhenyue broke up.
Four years later, a news exploded in the business world, and President Zhou committed suicide by jumping off the building because he couldn’t let go of his old relationship.
Mu Xueyi thought she didn’t like Zhou Zhenyue, the Zhou family and the Mu family were incompatible business rivals. And when she approached Zhou Zhenyue, she was only forced by her father to be an undercover agent, cooperating with Mu Shi to steal business secrets.
Her father stole the document, and her and Zhou Zhenyue’s fate would naturally come to an end.
But……
It wasn’t until Zhou Zhenyue jumped off the building for her that she suddenly understood why she was so sad after breaking up.
It turned out that she had long liked Zhou Yuyue.
So Mu Xueyi resolutely crashed and died on Zhou Zhenyue’s tombstone.
She originally thought of Jiuquanxia and Zhou Zhenyue saying “I like you” that she never said.
Unexpectedly, I closed my eyes and opened my eyes,
Reborn to a year ago.
That is – the third year of their separation.
? ? ?
She seemed to see God, this bastard, smiling meanly at her:
Dear, your very familiar crematorium is in place~

[Gentle President Attack x Little White Flowers in the Early Stage, Blackening and Crazy Criticism of Beauty in the Late Stage]
-Ending HE
– Suffering from hardships, not slag
-The two heroines are not mine, but they are not perfect saints
– The above attack refers to the character, the essence is mutual attack
– Background default same-sex marriageable
– Anti-theft ratio is 100%

Content tags: Urban love, broken mirror, reunion, love contract, rebirth
Search keywords: protagonist: Zhou Zhenyue, Mu Xueyi ┃ Other:
One-sentence introduction: Running for a while, chasing his wife in the crematorium
Concept: The best way to love someone is sincerity, not deception

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”