Chapter 50

Shen Yuechen felt she must persevere, refusing to surrender even the slightest hope.

Back at Jingyue Nunnery, Master Jingyun also favored this kind of tea. A single purple clay teapot, two sturdy ceramic bowls, and the delicate fragrance curling upward, gradually blurring the master's clear, spring-like eyes.

The Li family could hardly be called stingy or greedy, yet it was the first time in her life that she found spending money so vexing.

These were old tricks she had learned from the elder maids when she was young. Though the methods were ancient, the results were quite good.

Naturally, Xu Hongyi had no idea about any of this, yet he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

“Ah!” Wang Caijun was momentarily stunned, then instantly scolded herself inwardly, her cheeks flushing faintly. This only made Dongfang Moran watch her with even greater fascination.

He stubbornly refused to acknowledge the existence of that bet; after all, everyone who had heard about it was now atop Mount Tianmang.

Feng Ruhuang could hear Nangong Ming’s heart pounding like a drum; she knew she had once again caused him worry.

Her hair fell down, shading her eyes, her face cloaked in shadow, making it impossible to discern her expression.

Gu Yunmi’s arm trembled slightly as she stared fearfully at the man in the baseball cap. Li Mingchen held her tightly, as if lending her strength.

“You’re clever one moment, foolish the next. Changing rooms now isn’t convenient for me. I said I’d leave earlier, but only to find Chen Jun. Yet you, girl, ended up crying,” Xu Er said, a trace of amusement in his tone.

The car rumbled along the uneven road, swaying left and right. Just as it was about to clear the rough patch, a tire rolled over a large stone.

Xiao Cunqin then laid everything bare; after all, this involved Qi Yu’s very survival, affecting not only the Shanghai Army but also Qi Yu’s life.

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Faced with Kaise’s shouting, Meixi was stunned; since knowing Kaise, this was the first time he had lost his temper with her! His voice had never been so loud, leaving her mind utterly blank.

Now that she had seen it, though the environment for nurturing the fetus was less than ideal, Su Junge seemed in good health, so she felt relieved.

She believed in him, unwaveringly. Just like the Feather Bell Divine Flower he had planted on the back of her hand a thousand years ago—ever blooming, immortal and unyielding.

“You were born when your tribe was destroyed—should you have survived?” The sigh from the darkness startled her into freezing.

Lu Xiaoxiao watched as Sister Hua began chatting with Fu Siting. When the three reached the elevator, Sister Hua had just hung up and turned to speak with her and Li Qin.

“She’s probably afraid of you all,” Yu Tianluo mused, sensing the increasingly oppressive aura between those two lately. Even someone like him, who rarely socialized, felt a foreboding unease.

At the moment their lips met, an electric current seemed to surge through Zhang Yan’s entire body, causing a sharp tremor.

After hearing Li Haijun’s words, Murong Lan didn’t comply. She knew her only leverage over Li Haijun was the gun in her hand; if he took it, she would lose all bargaining power.

No matter how hard they tried, they found it impossible to keep pace with Ye Luo and Lockron’s swift movements.

Bert told me these fine wines were collected from around the world. Some were so unpalatable that he stored them away in the cellar for preservation.

Through meeting Chu Sheng, many matters gradually came to light, and she slowly unraveled the mysteries within.

Liao Feng held the package for a full minute before regaining focus, glanced at Lu Xiaoxiao, then at the pile of snacks before him, and tossed a piece of chocolate to Lu Xiaoxiao.

“Heh, theoretically, if people no longer need to attend school, it means they need to work. But since you’re too young to work, you’ll just have to live a life of leisure,” Liang Yubo joked.

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Her face was gaunt and sharp, the red tattoo on her cheek stark and glaring. Because of her thinness, her eyes appeared larger, but they were devoid of light—no trace of coldness, only desolation, a bleak loneliness like ashes.

Space, swordsmanship, flame, earth—he had grasped these four to some extent but needed deeper understanding. Vitality and time were the two new laws Xiao Feng wished to master.

Jinye Xuan and the other two men halted their fight, their expressions varying as they turned toward me and Black Wind.

“Nintendo’s games are top-tier in the industry. Collaborating with Flamingo Company would benefit both firms! Mr. Li, let’s be businesslike—such profitable ventures can’t be turned away. Nintendo’s visit this time is truly sincere!” Yamauchi Susumu said again.

Three days ago, Wuweizi and Miao Chuanhai reached a ceasefire agreement, selling King Ji Island to sustain the Miao clan’s cultivators.

In short, the current situation in Beidou remains barely under control. Although the ancient royal family is arrogant, they dare not act recklessly under the Great Xia Dynasty’s relentless pressure.

Originally, it was thought Nie Sen would agree, but unexpectedly, he hesitated, wearing a pensive expression as if troubled.

He sensed my irregular breathing and the brief tremble of my fingertips, so he slowly released me, his eyes filled with concern.

On the way to school, Zhao Hui shyly thought: Last time Li Dingguo replied saying she shouldn’t write such letters anymore, but this time… oh, what will happen? Yet, after all, I love him—truly love him. But will he ignore me because of this letter?