Chapter 52
At noon, the sun hung blazing overhead, pouring scorching light over everything. The lingering mist in the forest evaporated quickly […]
At noon, the sun hung blazing overhead, pouring scorching light over everything. The lingering mist in the forest evaporated quickly […]
Things between Shen Jianqing and me returned to how they were at the very beginning—actually, even worse than that. We
He was completely out of his mind again. His tone dripped with malice. I didn’t believe for a second that
“Who said you were allowed to come out here alone?” When I didn’t answer, Shen Jianqing repeated it coldly. That
Mountain weather changed in the blink of an eye. That afternoon brought a heavy downpour, soaking the forest until everything
Shen Jianqing had a way of summoning me around that was both effortless and entirely at his whim. For the
Wan Ying froze, her dark eyes widening in disbelief. “How… could that be? Those herbs… Uncle Lu Qi prepared them.
Shen Jianqing… in trouble? A high-pitched ringing filled my ears; my head went dizzy for a moment, my mind blank.
The black tide of insects and I remained in a standoff for a while. They were wary, not daring to
The rain was heavy. Even with an umbrella, Wan Ying was soaked. She hurried to the stilted house, the wet
The rain of early summer began lightly, drizzling, pausing, then drizzling again—lasting four or five days. The forest’s greenery deepened
The wind was picking up, the temperature dropping fast in the forest. Branches rattled violently under the gusts, leaves scattering
“My dad is in that box.” Instinctively, I followed his line of sight to the square box on the altar.
On the way back, my mind kept replaying Wanying’s words. My heartbeat felt like it was going to fly straight
Red silk ribbons were tied all over the bridgehead, fluttering in the mountain wind as though they were spirits drifting
Sunlight spilled over the green mountains, the thick fog finally lifting. Ever since arriving at the Shi Di Miao Village,
That night had been dark, the bonfire behind us, our shadows cast straight into the cups. No wonder we didn’t
The next day arrived quickly. With Shen Jienqing supporting me, I followed him to witness how the village judged traitors—and
Although I had agreed to help, I still didn’t know how to even start the conversation. Especially asking Shen Jianqing—he
Shen Jianqing had not lied. That afternoon, he brought a villager. The man appeared to be around fifty, about the