Chapter 72
The dark night sky erupted into bursts of fireworks, dazzling colors spreading out like a radiant scroll. On New Year’s […]
The dark night sky erupted into bursts of fireworks, dazzling colors spreading out like a radiant scroll. On New Year’s […]
I finally understood why An Pu had told me to come to Tongjiang Miao Village first. Shen Jianqing was here.
The mountains stretched endlessly, dense forests cold and austere. Southern winters still held a touch of green. Evergreen trees remained
On the last day of the year, I finally saw my father. He spent the whole year in a lab
Tongjiang. She was going to be a middle school teacher. I didn’t know exactly what had happened between Ah Song
The black screen lit up with the caller’s name: Xu Zirong. Suddenly, the image of him appeared vividly in my
The house was empty. The clamor downstairs seemed separated by an invisible barrier. Everything around me was still, as if
Shen Jianqing’s eyes shone intensely. He said, “I don’t believe you. Unless… unless you kiss me.” I sighed, steeling myself,
The deep autumn night was cool and profound, yet it did nothing to dampen the bustling clamor of the city.
Zhang Xu gasped as if he’d uncovered some unspeakable secret, widening his long eyes. “You’re Shen Jianqing? I thought you
Shen Jianqing emerged from the bathroom, his whole body washed clean, his hair still damp. His tattered Miao clothes were
On Sunday evening, we packed up our tents and returned home. Two days of camping had left us exhausted. By
Zhao Rugu’s presence was like a meteor, briefly streaking across my life before vanishing. After I resolutely rejected her that
“Please, Mr. Li, have a seat.” A young woman in a white coat smiled politely. Her short hair was neatly
A thick fog blanketed the world, draping nearby trees in a ghostly white veil. Beyond that, everything vanished into obscurity.
Life gradually calmed down. I began following a regular routine again—attending classes, studying, reviewing. Everything seemed to have returned to
The next day, I met Wen Lingyu again, the second day after returning to Yancheng. We had agreed to meet
My vision gradually cleared, and I focused. Before me were the gray-blue roofs of stilted houses. I hadn’t drowned in
My body spun uncontrollably as I fell, wind howling past my ears, the world rushing upward in reverse. I saw
Trees towered thick and lush; grasses grew tall and green. The mountains were still and silent, cliffs flanking either side.