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Just as Mo Zimu pulled out the chair, Rong Qing’s voice came from behind. "This is how you always are, isn’t it? Just like with Lin Lin. He lived for you and died for you, but when he disappeared, you didn’t even bother to ask. You let him be cut, piece by piece, as if he had never existed in your life." Mo Zimu lowered his head slightly. He took off his glasses, wiped the lenses gently with his slender index finger, and replied, "Lin Lin was different from you." Yes, Lin Lin was different. He…- 117.3 K • Completed
- “I don’t really know the full details,” Xiao Chen said. “Back when I signed him, he was still young. His personality was much more difficult than it is now. Always giving people headaches. At one point, he told me he was going to start his own business. I even encouraged him, told him to go for it. But then he just vanished. A story he was serializing, one that was doing pretty well ended up abandoned. I couldn’t get in touch with him at all.” “Some time later… maybe half a year? It’s…
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Jae-an, mashing the controller buttons, pouted. Having been soundly defeated by an AI set to "easy difficulty," Jae-an turned off the console game and switched to the tablet. Matching colors to burst blocks—a game with no winning or losing, just simple clicking—wasn't difficult, but without anyone letting him win, it was boring. The living room phone rang at that moment. Setting down the tablet, Jae-an answered. "Playing games." "Just…." "Huh? You're coming…- 110.9 K • Ongoing
They went to a nearby restaurant. It was well past mealtime, and only a few people were inside, but the moment Liang Xuan walked in, he drew everyone's attention. The server led them to a booth in the back. After they ordered, a young girl approached hesitantly and asked Liang Xuan, "Excuse me… could I get your autograph?" Liang Xuan looked at her and didn’t refuse. He signed his name on the notebook she handed over. The girl thanked him repeatedly, then turned to Xu Fei and asked, "Can I get yours…- 79.3 K • Completed
- The barracks looked more like a storage warehouse. Rows upon rows of military cots were packed tightly together. Each bed was a simple design: canvas stretched across a metal frame. Song Feng and Wei Xiaoyan’s beds were tucked into a corner. He did a rough headcount and estimated there were nearly a hundred people inside. The space between each bed was minimal. Two tall metal racks stood near the wall by the entrance, meant for storing washbasins and toiletries. The place felt incredibly cramped. Song…
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It was an art studio. It was hard to believe such a clean space existed in a place this soaked in sin. White walls, white curtains, and a single window—the only spot in the entire hidden floor where sunlight could enter. The room was stacked with paintings of all kinds, and on the easel stood an oil painting still only halfway finished. A light, delicate scent of paint lingered in the air. With nowhere to hide, Jiang Zhihuo didn't even bother trying. "Who's lying to who?" Jiang Zhihuo said.…- 369.8 K • Completed
“What did you say? Who said they could speak for me?” Wang Ziling’s furious shout struck like a whip, and silence fell instantly. Everyone had heard that the heir of the Wang clan was a good-for-nothing, soft as rotten wood. But seeing him now, people began to realize that the rumors might not match reality. He looked pitiful. His hairpiece was tilted, wet strands stuck to his plump, pale face, and he was slumped on the ground, completely drained of strength. But the fury in his eyes, that…- 165.0 K • Ongoing
- Rumors about Bian Yiqiu being locked up at a crucial time were mixed. Some thought that during the chaos with the Jiu’an group, prison was actually the safest place for him. He had intentionally given the police a bit of leverage, so Old Master Jiu wouldn’t have to worry. Others believed that Old Master Jiu truly saw him as a son and was determined to pass on Jiu’an’s influence to him, so he protected him in every way. Then, there were those who believed Bian Yiqiu had helped Old Master Jiu with…
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- Fortunately, Chen Li didn't stay here for long. Jiang Siheng, with a stiff face, massaged Wen Chi's ankle and then pinched it, raising his eyes to look at Wen Chi coldly. Wen Chi groaned in pain and opened his eyes, glaring at Jiang Siheng. "Why did you pinch me?" Jiang Siheng stood up. "I couldn't help myself. Put your shoes on." Wen Chi: "..." How is this person so annoying? Jiang Siheng looked at Wen Chi for a few seconds, then smiled and asked, "Can you still walk?" Wen Chi stood up and…
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- Jiang Zhihuo: "?" What does this mean? "Ah, I know." Jiang Zhihuo didn't understand what Yan Mu meant by these two sentences. He suppressed other thoughts and tried to understand the logic behind them. "You think the term 'homosexuality' is difficult to explain clearly. After all, it's a subjective understanding. No matter how you explain it, you can't perfectly respond to the doubts, so you directly took the blame for me? Wow, Yan-ge, you're so righteous!" This long paragraph was…
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