Chapter 8
“I’m not saying Mingshi is bad.” Su Lan said, “I mean Jiang Luo. I’m worried he might do something rash. […]
“I’m not saying Mingshi is bad.” Su Lan said, “I mean Jiang Luo. I’m worried he might do something rash. […]
Early that morning, Annelise called Su Qingci to discuss the art exhibition. This solo show featured only one piece, yet
In the past two or three years, the area around Qi Xu’s neighborhood had developed rapidly. The once barren plots
How did we end up back here? “We…” Fang Juexia wished he could drop dead right then and there, even
Beneath the magnificent, glittering nebula, the two embraced, exchanging a warm, lingering kiss. The starlight blanketed their shoulders, concealing
Chen Jiu thought for a moment, then nodded. “Auntie,” he said, “I thought you disliked me.” Chen Guizhi told him
Pei Tingsong particularly enjoyed the process of holding Fang Juexia while cleaning him afterward; bathing him was also a pleasure.
Among us, some had bungee-jumped, some had paraglided—but always with safety gear and careful preparation. Now, staring at a rope
After his mother’s passing, Su Pu’s entire life plunged into a never-ending nightmare. Beyond the recurring bad dreams each night,
Zhang Xiangping said again, “You still expect him to show filial respect? Dream on! He’s flown off—gone without a word!”
When Pei Jingchen rushed home through the rain, children’s songs blared from the million-dollar stereo in the living room. The
“Single-status celebration dinners” aren’t a one-person-per-time thing. Li Yan and Feng Zhenjie stayed single all the way to graduation, while
Though he had said he would wait for his husband, the moment he sank into bed, sleep washed over him
Chen Jiu flushed red, lost in thought. After a long silence, she finally spoke: “I berated him, yet he didn’t
Xia Xiqing never imagined that Zhou Ziheng would return this painting to him on his twenty-sixth birthday. As he
We stayed frozen, watching it glide out of sight, not daring to move a muscle. My sweat dripped into my
When he put the suit on, he couldn’t help but think: whoever owned this must be huge—broad shoulders, tall—because the
“No.” Fang Qiong said, “Su Qingci, where do you live? I could come visit you.” Su Qingci: “You’re not welcome.”
In the past two years, Qi Xu’s health had been carefully maintained by Xie Huai and the old master, with
Facing his teammates’ teasing, Pei Tingsong remained unfazed, not even flinching. He merely raised an eyebrow. “Brother Huo really knows