Chapter 81
Afternoon at the Northern Frontier Administrative Office. Light filtered through the paper windows, spreading a layer of pale gray-white across […]
Su Muichen had always felt that his life was a joke.
His mother died young, his father despised him, and even his name had been chosen carelessly.
When he grew up, he relied on himself to get into medical school. After finally graduating, he was preparing to begin work at a hospital.
But then he suddenly received devastating news.
His father, stepmother, and younger half-brother had fled overseas to escape their debts, only to all die in a plane crash.
What they left him was not an inheritance, but tens of millions in debt.
And an ancestral run-down shop that was about to be auctioned off by the court—the Guichen Studio.
On the very first night after he took over the shop,a man dressed in ancient-style clothing, covered in blood and holding a long sword, suddenly broke into the store.
The man’s name was Xiao Yuan.
He came from a dynasty that did not exist anywhere in recorded history.
What Su Muichen did not know was—from this night onward,a transaction spanning a thousand years was about to change the fate of two worlds.
Afternoon at the Northern Frontier Administrative Office. Light filtered through the paper windows, spreading a layer of pale gray-white across […]
In the afternoon. Su Muchen raised his hand and tied the hair at the back of his head into a
On the fifth day on the island, the weather was still clear. The pale blue sky was completely different from
In the afternoon, in Hailing City. Xiao’s car was parked in the lot of one of Chenghui Group’s logistics centers,
There was silence inside the door for two seconds. Then it opened. Su Muchen stood behind the door, looking at
Sheng Wenchang’s study was located deep within the Sheng family’s ancestral residence. It was the main room of the rear
The renovation work on the Northern Frontier Administrative Office had never stopped. Most of the main buildings were already completed.
Afternoon in Changning Alley. The sunlight fell quietly, and everything seemed to have returned to its ordinary routine. Su Muchen
Every time Xiao Yuan pushed open that door, he habitually looked toward the counter first. Su Muchen was usually there,
Afternoon in Changning Alley. Su Muchen was squatting in the backyard, moving the few pots of mint he had finally
Thursday afternoon. The Yun Jing City Medical Association building stood at the boundary between the old city and the new
As he sealed the last box of books with tape, the afternoon sunlight happened to slant through the old window
Of course — here is the continuation in close, natural American English, keeping the character dynamics and the quiet, ominous
The study’s only light was the lamp on the desk. Sheng Chengxiu sat beneath the light, with six documents spread
A blood-red moon hung high in the night sky. Its eerie crimson light pierced through the gaps between the clouds,
The door to the rear room had already closed. A trace of residual warmth remained on the copper ring, gradually
Xuan Shuang’s four hooves crushed through the accumulated snow as the wind howled past without pause. Su Muchen lowered his
The light beyond the window paper was slowly changing from deep blue to gray-white. Su Muchen stood by the table
The door to the rear room closed. …No. The door had never opened. The Crimson Moon was still there. The
Su Muchen was awakened by a wave of soreness. First came his feet. The numb ache climbed from the soles