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Witty FL x Adorkable ML + a cute bun + a talking crochet fox
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September: Update every other day
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After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that.

As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.”

Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed.

“How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims.

“This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.”

“And what mission is that?”

“To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.” 

‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice.

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Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family. 

Calix smiles, pleased with himself, "Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now."

But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body?

Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him.

"Husband! Help me find my child!"

“Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation. 

He faints. 

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WSA 2024 entry!

Commissioned cover and character images by yuuri_e (Instagram)

Win My Husband Over to Find My Child

A/N: We'll get to Charlene's POV instead of Leslie reliving the memory here. Then, we'll return to Leslie's in the next chapter.

The early winter wind froze everyone but her.

The bright sunlight appeared brilliant to everyone but her.

The blooming flowers looked vibrant to everyone but her.

Her. The pathetic one who failed to protect the child she carefully nursed in her womb.

The season was still transitioning from autumn to winter. The chilliness of the air was not enough for the first snowfall yet.

Would the cold air numbed her more than what she had been experiencing now?

Charlene silently stepped on the stone pathway in the backyard, aimlessly walking here and there. As the sun shone against her back, her shadows elongated on the ground in front of her.

Today should mark the eighth week of her giving birth to her previous child.

Will It End Her Misery?