I Kept a Prince Alive with a Run-Down Shop

The study’s only light was the lamp on the desk. Sheng Chengxiu sat beneath the light, with six documents spread […]

Of course — here is the continuation in close, natural American English, keeping the character dynamics and the quiet, ominous

As he sealed the last box of books with tape, the afternoon sunlight happened to slant through the old window

Thursday afternoon. The Yun Jing City Medical Association building stood at the boundary between the old city and the new

Afternoon in Changning Alley. Su Muchen was squatting in the backyard, moving the few pots of mint he had finally

Every time Xiao Yuan pushed open that door, he habitually looked toward the counter first. Su Muchen was usually there,

Afternoon in Changning Alley. The sunlight fell quietly, and everything seemed to have returned to its ordinary routine. Su Muchen

The renovation work on the Northern Frontier Administrative Office had never stopped. Most of the main buildings were already completed.

Sheng Wenchang’s study was located deep within the Sheng family’s ancestral residence. It was the main room of the rear

There was silence inside the door for two seconds. Then it opened. Su Muchen stood behind the door, looking at

In the afternoon, in Hailing City. Xiao’s car was parked in the lot of one of Chenghui Group’s logistics centers,

On the fifth day on the island, the weather was still clear. The pale blue sky was completely different from

In the afternoon. Su Muchen raised his hand and tied the hair at the back of his head into a

Afternoon at the Northern Frontier Administrative Office. Light filtered through the paper windows, spreading a layer of pale gray-white across

At night, the lights in the Shaohua Center were still brightly lit. But Sheng Chengxiu noticed that recently, there was

The day Jiang Zechen left, the wind and snow happened to stop. The northern frontier rarely gave people weather like

The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the crack of the door. Guichen Studio was very quiet, with only the faint

Late into the night, the Northern Frontier Administrative Office was still lit. The footsteps of the soldiers on night patrol

The nights at Guichen Studio were always a little softer-lit than the daytime. Warm-colored light fell over the old, yet

Yunjing City, the old district, eleven o’clock at night. A single light was on in the top floor of an