Spring and Summer

Watching Xia Haitong’s conflicted expression, Ye Chengxuan unexpectedly felt his mood lighten. Only then did he recall the real reason he had come to find her.

Song Duanwu couldn’t help but laugh at himself, amused that he had been so busy he’d forgotten his own birthday. Yet, within that laughter was a sliver of comfort—at least someone remembered him and sent a message.

Xia Haitong sat ashen-faced on the soft bed, not because of anything else, but because of the phone call she had just received.

Although Landry and Jacqueline had spoken to Li Yan, Emma, and the others about the black market, they were after all only collateral relatives of noble families, with little money to spend there. Their understanding of the black market was nowhere near as detailed as that of the Rainstorm Mercenary Corps.

Meanwhile, the two gossiping maids, still kneeling on the ground, knocked their heads fervently as Jun Wuxia exited the science room, but even so, they could not escape the punishment of having their mouths slapped.

After all, over fifty boys had spent two years together; among themselves, they still used their original names.

Do you remember the promise I made to you in the hotel apartment yesterday? This was my plan all along! Of course, this is just an important part of it. As for what comes next, I believe that even without me by your side, you’ll continue to move forward, step by determined step, won’t you?

In an instant, the audience all turned as one, tens of thousands of eyes locking onto a flash of golden light—a golden skeleton.

Yet people are strange; sometimes when you let go, the other person is not willing to do the same.

When she awoke, it was already the next morning. After a night’s rest, though her heart still fluttered with lingering fear, she was no longer as terrified as she had been the previous night. After all, her experiences since leaving the Prince of Xin’s residence had already made her far less fragile than before.

At this moment, Lan Mo lay sprawled on the shell-shaped bed in an exceedingly seductive pose, her whole body as limp as if she were melting into the sheets, utterly motionless.

It was only now that I realized I was being held to such a strict standard after just ten minutes. I wanted to laugh and say I had other strengths, and at that, he was left speechless; it was too hot, and nothing could get done. Of course, sometimes I do procrastinate a little, but I can still laugh and say I have other merits.

In that moment, he felt with absolute certainty that her smile was the warmest sun, radiant and dazzling, always worth cherishing with all his heart.

She remembered well—every time Ouyang Jingyu acted spoiled and pitiful toward her, he would smile like that.

If the stallholder’s husband heard this, he might also think his son was truly a blessing for someone else, while a thief in one’s own house is the hardest to guard against. You don’t know how maddening obsession can be—what do the listeners think? Surely Ouyang Qian would be the first to say so.

Yet, Jian Yang’s appearance still made the orcs outside pause and watch. For the first time, Jian Yang felt like a celebrity, basking in the attention of the crowd.

Thanks to Zhao Wuan and Hu Buxi’s attacks, Zhu Nan Zhan was able to come close to Han Kuo for the second time, once again aiming for the neck.

At this moment, Grandpa Liu just happened to enter, his face grave, filling Huan Sheng with unease. What worried him most, though, was his grandfather’s health. Though his grandfather said nothing, he knew how much he had given for all this, and he didn’t want his grandfather to pay the price—he wanted to solve the issue himself.

Especially in this world, where there was no such thing as leveling up by taking a pill, not even refining a godhead could get one to the Sanctuary, and even then, it would limit one’s future progress. All strength had to be earned through painstaking cultivation.

Helpless, Zhao Wuan wiped his hands with a cloth, then walked over to An Qing, raising his hand as if to touch her—only for An Qing to quietly shift aside, avoiding him.

Ji Wuya’s years of impassivity nearly crumbled at the sound of that “Sister Ji.”

She merely said, “Sit up straight,” then turned away and dove into the open trunk, rummaging for something.

Ye Qingjin walked over, placed her hand on top, took a deep breath, and released her spiritual and mental energies.

Lin Jie smiled as he gazed at Bai Muyu, his eyes shadowed and unreadable, as though lost in thought.

Lin Feng, hands on her hips and breathing heavily, turned to see Xiao Nian. Glancing at Yang Yixin as well, she frowned deeply.

Just seeing her mother’s posture, Bai Muqing could already foresee what would happen next.

Ling Yun raised her hand slightly, shielding her eyes from the dazzling sunlight. When she regained her senses, her exquisitely beautiful face was covered in a dense rash.

Xiao Nian stood by in a daze. Even the manager had no idea what was going on, and Xiao Nian himself was utterly at a loss.

Beside him, the local immortal was completely dumbfounded—of all places for this to fall, why did it have to land right here?

Pale, he watched over the children’s growth, giving them a broader space to mature.

She was so clean, it was hard to believe she had survived the apocalypse—her house, too. Leaving her door wide open, leaning against the edge of the yard, wasn’t she afraid of attracting zombies? Hiding near the flower shop, Lin Xing was full of questions.

Yet she would not let the matter rest—whether it was today’s humiliation or Zhou Wushuang’s death, she would never forgive Xiao Chen.

“You’ll have to ask my dear second sister-in-law about that!” Xie Mubai sneered, a strange chill flickering in his ink-black eyes.

“There’s nothing between us—I sent him. Breeze Plaza is at a critical juncture, and I’m too busy. After Qinqin’s accident, she was left with some aftereffects and needed treatment that couldn’t be delayed, so I had him go instead.” Jiang Nan tried to reassure his mother, not wanting her to worry.

Nie Yuan truly lived up to his reputation as a master—so much stronger than himself. For a flower to have such deep roots at this stage, even if she never reached her master’s level, she would surely outstrip her peers.