Chapter 8: Warm Sun
The days in the Village of Falling Winds flowed quietly, like the winding creek at the village entrance, smoothing out the furrows between Luo Ling’s brows from when he first…
The days in the Village of Falling Winds flowed quietly, like the winding creek at the village entrance, smoothing out the furrows between Luo Ling’s brows from when he first…
When Luo Ling stepped onto the path so familiar it was almost a part of him, heading toward the Home that carried half a lifetime of memories, night had already…
“I’m not cold.” Luo Ling’s voice trembled slightly in the chilly mountain wind, but he did his best to sound steady. “I run in the mountains all the time. This…
Time flowed like a river, and in the blink of an eye, another year had passed. The once helpless infant had grown into a small boy of about six or…
Five-year-old Luo Ling could already speak in complete sentences, and his running speed far surpassed other children his age, as if there was a vitality within him that didn’t match…
Granny Wang gazed at the growing figure of the ‘Kid,’ her heart filled with a hundred emotions. Once upon a time, he had been just a tiny thing wrapped in…
The village where Luo Ling (who didn’t have a name yet) was brought back by Granny Wang was called “Village of Falling Winds.” As its name suggests, it was a…
The icy rain fell like countless needles, piercing Luo Ling’s exposed skin. He lay on the wet, shimmering asphalt, a warm, sticky liquid rapidly spreading beneath him. His vision was…
When the sunset sank like a ruined golden plate
Luo Ling used to be just a wage-slave food delivery guy. But one day, while delivering an order, he looked at his phone for just a moment—and the butler beat…