Chapter 74: A Misunderstanding of Lost Innocence-After Dumping the Younger Boyfriend, the Beijing Elite Heir Drops the Act(The bright moon gives birth to blossoms.)

"Go back."
"I won't go back, Su. I tried to end my life for you—does even that not move you?"

Ye Chu, desperate as she sensed Feng Su drifting further away, abandoned all restraint in her efforts to gain his pity, his heart.
"Do as you wish," Feng Su replied coldly, lifting Li Jiuwei in his arms and carrying her back to the room, while Ye Chu, unwilling to yield, pressed the doorbell relentlessly from outside.
She saw the bedroom lights go out.
Ye Chu clutched her hair, a guttural cry escaping her lips. Tears streamed down her face. She knew—

She looked back at the place where she had lived for nearly a month. Memories of the past weeks flooded her mind, and a trace of nostalgia unexpectedly rose within her. With a silent sigh, she made no move to change her resolve. Shaking her head, she brushed away the sentiments of parting, squeezed her legs against the horse’s flanks, and charged into the forest.

The Starcloud team lingered at the rear, for they felt a special attachment to this kind of rooftop. Each time they made it here felt like a new lease on life.
Someone was even singing into a loudspeaker—Zhuang Mu and Igor. What on earth were they up to?

A full circle took some time. Ouyang Linxuan didn’t notice much, but Xia Ziyan felt herself growing tipsy—much of her wine had actually been drunk by Ouyang Linxuan or by the groomsmen.

Dong Lu and Gao Zhan, hearing the murmurs and sighs around them, merely smiled as if nothing surprised them.
But the assessment for human forgemasters was not open to everyone; at the very least, a letter of recommendation was required.
Princess Changle, hearing Ling Xian address Li Er as 'father-in-law,' could not help but smile sweetly.
"What I want to ask is—Gong Xiaoyan is carrying your child, isn’t she, Mr. Gao?" He Shijia stopped skirting the issue and asked directly.

One of the doors creaked open and out stepped Lei, who had been awakened by hunger. She wore nothing but an adorable light-yellow casual T-shirt.
"But these people didn’t actually do anything to me, nor did they mistreat me," Xia Ziyan said slowly, her eyes sweeping over the group of traffickers with intense aversion. "I’m more angry at the real human traffickers than at my kidnappers."
Who knows what game they were playing—it seemed Ning Shuangshuang was teaching it. Lose, and you had to drink.

"Old Li, you’re exaggerating!" Jun Lin gave a wry smile. The conversation had reached a point where he had to speak up.
Ever since entering Xi’an Manor, Su Jinling had sternly forbidden this form of address, but she never managed to change her habit.
When Meng Po saw Liu Shouguang lure out the immortal beans, she felt confident. She had the Glassy Pure Bottle, which gathered ghostly energy and could summon departed souls—a secret only Meng Po knew.

She glanced at the window, deftly affixing paper cuttings, and the cold room immediately grew warm with the flavor of the New Year.
There, the trees stayed green year-round, and even in the worst droughts of the entire Amst region, there was never a shortage of drinking water. Built on a highland ridge, under the blue sky and white clouds, stood "Amst Academy of Magic."
"No dreams, no dreams at all," Tripitaka murmured, yet the scenes from his dreams still lingered before his eyes.
Yet Su Lan’er’s current state was clearly not the practice of tortoise breathing; she was cultivating another, rather special, Daoist method that could only be performed in water.
Yet now, thanks to a stone round tower, Liu Ci felt utterly humiliated and stifled.
As for Yun Qi’s skills in chess, she fancied she’d discerned a pattern, and after the first few moves, felt sure of her advantage.
All the winnings from the other side were wagered in full—if she won, the amount doubled; if not, she would lose only what she’d already lost. After five rounds, she could choose to continue; perhaps she could win it all back.
Tian Ming’s condition, it seemed, was not good—in fact, it was considerably worse. The young body he inhabited had hands torn and bloodied; both arms were stained red, and by the looks of it, the blood was all his own.