Chapter 21: Day One of the Trip (Part 3)
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Three or five floating bridges extended from the shore to the Jiangxin Pavilion, with tourists swaying back and forth to take photos. Chen Zhaoyue pulled Xingyao’s hand as they walked…
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Chapter 20: First Day of the Trip (Part 2)
After driving for a while along the highway wrapped in greenery, the road ahead grew even broader. In the distance, atop a naturally sculpted boulder, the words “Qingling Mountain” were…
Chapter 19: The First Day of the Trip (Part 1)
The morning sunlight streamed in, marking the beginning of a new day. Chen Zhaoyue climbed out of bed, the thin blanket sliding down to her waist. She turned her head…
Chapter 18: The Night Before the Competition
Both of them received a knock on the head, though Xing Yao’s was much gentler. “Who would’ve thought Miss Lin is actually cold on the outside but warm on the…
Chapter 17: Zero young-lady content.
The days passed by one after another, and recently, Lin Yiren had been pouring her energy into writing her own novel. “I’m heading out. Remember to pick up Xing Yao…
Chapter 16: Ran into a senior
Deng Min walked into the lounge and saw Chen Zhaoyue and Lin Yiren sitting together, reading a magazine. But one girl’s hand hovered close to the other’s waist, both acutely…
Chapter 15: Taking my daughter out — Young Lady, stay away!
Chen Zhaoyue had a little secret. Deep inside her closet, there was a small collection of Stuffed Toys, cherished like treasures. From little kittens to Stuffed Crocodiles, some of the…
Chapter 14: The Punishment for Coming Home Late
In some sections of the city village, foot traffic was sparse to begin with, and at this hour, there were even fewer people around. The cries of vendors faded from…
Chapter 13: Friend
During dinner, Lin Xingyao squirmed restlessly at the table, calling out “Mama” and “Mom” again and again. The little one cleverly distinguished her two mothers by using a single word…
Chapter 12: A 22-year-old’s first experience
Since Lin Yiren made the decision to post online, several more weeks passed, and it was already the end of May. On Sunday morning, Lin Yiren carried breakfast in one…