Chapter 80
Lan Xingchen smiled faintly but didn’t respond to Xiao Jin’s “If Qingjian’s friends are my friends…” remark. Ha, who’s friends […]
Lan Xingchen smiled faintly but didn’t respond to Xiao Jin’s “If Qingjian’s friends are my friends…” remark. Ha, who’s friends […]
Pei Qingjian’s fans could never have imagined that before the TV drama even aired, his new project was officially announced—and
The baggage was escorted by the Northern Riders, with the bandits tasked to push it back to Cizhou. Shen Zechuan
The night sky was dim, starless. Liu Er exhaled ragged breaths, white in the cold air, unable to tell if
At dawn, Shen Zechuan stared at the scattered footprints and asked Fei Sheng, “Are these grain carts?” The wheel tracks
Everyone present harbored their own thoughts, eyes fixed tensely on the rift in the sky. The enormous tear grew wider
Xiao Hei blinked, glanced at his expressionless master, then at the annoyed crowd, and without hesitation leapt into Ying Jiuhua’s
The journey to Wucheng was uneventful; the two traveled straight through without delay and arrived in the city by the
The streets of the small town, like an ancient painting, were lit under the night sky. Inside the bar, the
“Jin… when will you… stop being so harsh with me…” The little creature’s trembling, dew-like voice lightly tugged at Lu
Business was slow at the bar that morning. Gu Wei was alone downstairs tidying up the shop. Once the surroundings
Shaojin Mansion stood silent in the cold breeze of early spring. In a corner on the first floor, an arcade
Bai Chunian held Jin Luerong with one hand, while turning to tend the attacked dessert chef. Unable to do both
Bai Chunian couldn’t resist reaching out for the two small red booklets, but his fingertips slammed against the glass with
Outside the interrogation rooms, several international police helicopters hovered. Officers verified rosters, while armed police and snipers stood ready. Bai
Because it was Christmas Eve, everyone received a small dessert with dinner. Only on these two days each year could
Bai Chunian sat on the hard bed, his unbandaged right eye watching water drip down a moss-covered wall. The island’s
Yan Yi was cocooned in a pair of strong, powerful arms. The familiar touch was momentarily untraceable in his memory.
A Panamera slowed as it entered the highway ramp exit, a few scattered cars visible, making their way under the
Yan Yi drew a deep breath and forced himself to stand, grabbing an iron-wire bat from behind the door and