Chapter 111: A Series of Good News (Requesting Votes at the Start of the Month! 6.2k!)
Xu Chengjun finally remembered there was something he hadn’t done.
Suddenly, he woke up from his dream.
Damn it, I haven’t written a single letter!
What should I do?
When in doubt, write a love poem!
And at the same time, go back a month and write that letter!
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Manshu,
When you receive this letter, perhaps the evening breeze of Fengyang is gently brushing against the window railing.
I’ve just returned from the drying yard, my pant legs still dusted with wheat grains, and my hands lingering with the sweet scent of the harvest. I recall the day we parted; I thought I was being played for a fool. If he didn’t utterly ruin Wen Ruchu, it would have been surprising. But in the end... it was my own heart that softened.
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Now, I no longer believe in him. If he truly wanted to help, he could have done so much more. Besides, he deliberately created ambiguous moments between us several times. Isn’t Qian Dan carrying his child? And he just abandoned her like that?
Qi Xiangyang’s low, magnetic voice slowly echoed through the microphone, as captivating as a cello.
Zhenzi is currently out fulfilling her internship duties. She’s said to be an outstanding member of the elite class, ranked among the top ten in the entire group. If she knew her own younger sister’s phone was forcibly broken outside the arena, she would surely come to settle the score.
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In that instant... his heart softened, tender and gentle, filled only with deep affection, no longer harboring any other thoughts.
Though he wasn’t hurt, he still felt a tumultuous surge within, his throat carrying a faint metallic sweetness.
At that moment, I suddenly thought of Old Master Ren’s agonized, nearly tearful expression last night. I don’t know what they were hiding, but to see a strong and vigorous elder reduced to such a state within half a month is astounding. In these past two days, the old master was completely drained, utterly defeated.
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Tang Wan recalled Zuo Xiao, the man who still controlled her very breath. When could she finally forget and only remember the kindness of Shen Hanyue?
Judging by how he was eating with such relish, it must suit his taste, she told herself.
Only those who have nothing yet desire everything could commit such a terrible crime.
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Jiang Chang’an rolled nimbly to avoid the attack, while the power of the nine-section whip pulverized the bones on the ground, carving a clear path behind him.
Then the door was broken open, golden light rapidly swirling around her, transforming into chains that bound her.
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A young boy clad in a white robe sat cross-legged beneath the enormous cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, his expression somewhat absent-minded.
Zhang Wei struggled a few times but finally overcame his inner barrier, immersing himself in the perspective of a commentator. The two video episodes totaled only thirty minutes, yet Zhang Wei recorded an entire evening self-study session—something Lin Chu hadn’t anticipated.
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If only there were a spell that granted immortality, yet trapped one inside an illusory world, like a cage.
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In the dark sewer, a tall, corpulent figure in tattered clothes let out a tremendous roar, causing the rusty iron pipes to tremble from the shockwave. Cloaked in shadow, his exact features were indistinguishable, but he looked like a massive ball of flesh.
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At dawn, the entire Hogwarts castle was bathed in the sweet, enticing aroma of roasted pumpkin.
Bathed in golden sunlight streaming through the gilt window frames and reflected by the freshly polished, newly gilded crystal chandelier, the living room shimmered with a hazy golden glow.
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“That young man sure has a temper,” Li Yunfei shook his head and continued toward the village.
The world as Zhao Yun and several young women described was certainly not the true reality. To understand how people truly lived, one had to hear the truth from the countless desperate voices.
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“...Maybe that Bodhisattva never intended to grant me the chance to meet!” Thinking of that mysterious Guanyin Bodhisattva who never gave him a chance to speak, always avoiding him early on as if fleeing from a plague.