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📚Romantic Comedy Novel: Back From Love（爱已归来）
📖Overview
Back From Love is a heartwarming, laugh-out-loud urban romantic comedy novel about two emotionally jaded twenty-somethings who accidentally crash into each other at an airport—both literally and metaphorically. Set in the vibrant city of Chengdu, it explores how fate sometimes likes to play Cupid using coffee stains, broken baggage wheels, and awkward honesty.
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💞Main Characters
Chen Xiaoxi (陈晓曦) – 25. Witty, beautiful, emotionally guarded. She works in digital branding, treats sarcasm as a second language, and refuses to believe in love again after her long-term boyfriend ghosted her. She's the kind of girl who pretends she's thriving but cries over dumplings at midnight.
Lu Zihan (陆子涵) – 26. A freelance travel photographer with a chill vibe, deadly dimples, and a hidden talent for reading people. He's open-hearted but not reckless—until he meets a beautiful disaster in an airport who makes him laugh in the middle of a shin injury.
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🗂️Chapter Layout
✅ Novel Structure:
10–12 Chapters
Each chapter: ~2,000–3,000+ words
Emotional arc: from accidental meeting → flirty friendship → messy feelings → heartbreak reveal → sweet, earned reconciliation
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✨Chapter 1: Love at Gate B
📍Setting: Chengdu International Airport, Arrival Gate B
Chen Xiaoxi stood in line at baggage claim with three things in hand: her carry-on, her pride, and a half-eaten seaweed rice ball. Her tote bag was slipping off her shoulder, her AirPods were dead, and her stomach was growling in protest over her earlier decision to skip the airplane breakfast in favor of sleep and mild existential dread.
This was what post-breakup healing looked like, apparently.
She had returned from Sanya—a solo "self-love" getaway she booked on impulse after finding her ex's toothbrush still in her apartment two months after he left.
Men. Useless in life, persistent in shelf space.
She spotted her hard-shell peach-colored suitcase on the carousel and lunged for it with the energy of someone in her late twenties who just wanted to get home, order spicy hotpot, and re-watch "Crash Landing on You" while swearing she wasn't crying.
But fate had different plans.
The suitcase handle jammed. She yanked harder.
It flipped sideways, rolled off-balance—and slammed into the shins of the tall man behind her.
"OW—!"
Xiaoxi whirled around and gasped. "Oh my god—I'm so sorry!"
The man bent slightly, rubbing his leg, wincing but grinning. "It's fine. Your suitcase has strong opinions about personal space."
She opened her mouth to apologize again… and then she saw him.
And immediately forgot the Chinese word for "apologize."
He had a camera slung around his shoulder, warm tan skin, dark tousled hair, and a hoodie layered under a camel coat. Dimples. Long fingers. He looked like a heartthrob who was too humble to know it. Or worse—knew it and made it look effortless.
"Seriously, it's okay," he said, noticing her stare. "I've had worse. Once a toddler threw yogurt at me mid-flight."
"You're… remarkably calm," Xiaoxi managed to say.
"I bruise easily, but emotionally? Steel."
She snorted.
He extended a hand. "Lu Zihan."
"Chen Xiaoxi," she replied, accepting his handshake. His grip was warm. Firm. Unfair.
"Nice to meet you, weaponized suitcase and all."
She laughed, and for the first time in weeks, it wasn't sarcastic.
He nodded toward the exit. "My friend's flight just got delayed by two hours. Want to grab coffee while we both pretend we have better things to do?"
Xiaoxi hesitated.
This had all the signs of a romantic movie meet-cute. She hated romantic movies.
But she also hadn't smiled this much since February.
"…Fine. But only if you promise not to cry when I roast your photography Instagram."
He grinned. "I'll cry inside.
☕Airport Café, 20 Minutes Later
They sat by a floor-to-ceiling window with coffee cups between them, watching as people rushed past, oblivious to the tiny universe forming quietly at table 14.
Xiaoxi sipped her latte and eyed him. "So, do you photograph weddings or cats more?"
"Street cats. They're honest. Weddings are… exhausting."
"Same could be said about relationships," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Zihan smiled thoughtfully. "Bad ones, maybe. Good ones make you want to sit through the chaos just to hold the camera steady."
Her heart did a tiny, traitorous somersault.
"Okay, Mr. Deep. Ever been dumped via emoji?"
He laughed. "Please tell me that happened to you."
"Middle finger emoji. Sent from a Huawei. The disrespect."
He nearly spat out his coffee.
They kept talking—about everything and nothing. Favorite movies. Awful exes. Her obsession with yuzu-scented hand lotion. His fear of pigeons.
And time? It disappeared.
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🛫Departure
His phone buzzed. "My friend just landed."
Xiaoxi nodded, trying not to show how weirdly disappointed she felt.
He stood, lingering. "Hey… I know this was random. But it didn't feel random."
She looked up. "You mean because of the cosmic power of luggage-related violence?"
He chuckled. "Exactly."
He handed her a napkin. "That's my number. You know, in case your suitcase wants a second chance."
She stared at the napkin.
Then smiled.
"I'll text you if it stops attacking strangers