chinese novel
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Bai Lian was in Academician Ma’s laboratory yesterday. Today she didn’t go out. After her morning run and shower, she changed clothes. When Jiang Fuli came to find her, she was standing at her desk practicing calligraphy. In the study, she had all the traditional writing tools laid out. She wore a simple dark gray…
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After turning off the lights, Luo Lingyu finally learned that this glassware workshop belonged to Lu Yun. Crystal beads, cups, goblets, vases, pendants… they had everything. Since it wasn’t open to the public, all these glass items were simply displayed by category rather than stored away. Luo Lingyu was dazzled by the selection, liking them…
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The tunnel reeked of rotting corpses. Xing Shuishui held her nose, thinking she should quickly kill that old scoundrel and leave this wretched place. As she walked deeper, she encountered several fierce ghosts. Without a second glance, she raised her hand and burned them with separation fire. Another ghost foolishly approached. Xing Shuishui kicked it…
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The great hall borrowed Jiang Yin’s sound system. The sound was full, clear, and rich, with distinct layering of various instruments. The bass was maxed out. The experience was as immersive as listening to a master-level musical ensemble live. After the opening performance, even the dance troupe that performed second seemed lackluster. Not to mention…
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The servants knelt down in fear after overhearing something they shouldn’t have. They regretted following Lu Yun to find Prince Chen earlier, which led to discovering Prince Chen’s big secret. Liu Chu glanced at them, giving them a knowing look. Though Prince Chen’s eyes flashed coldly with killing intent, he held it back… Everyone sighed…
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He Liansheng was still a man after all. Xing Shuishui pointed at his ears, signaling him to cover them, but he just stared at her, not moving. She froze, while creaking sounds continued from the bed above. She gritted her teeth, barely resisting the urge to set the two people up there on fire. The…
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Several days had passed since the Flower Festival. Luo Lingyu still remembered how Lu Yun had pressed her against the door, his words making her head spin. That day, he not only kissed her, but also made her wipe the wine from his face and neck with her handkerchief. Her mind was already in chaos…
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Tang Ming and Yang Lin’s group all left through the back door. “You guys go ahead,” Lu Xiaohan said to Yang Lin. “I still need to stay with Niao Ge and Grandfather to watch the performance.” It was quite special to be able to attend tonight, and Ji Heng and Shen Qing were still watching…
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She felt her heart beating. Someone always cared about her life and death. Even more than she cared about herself. Xing Shuishui hadn’t expected this outcome either. She laughed, “It’s fine, it’s just a reference. If you don’t like it, don’t take it as one. If I don’t get the result I want, I’ll just…
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Sitting in the cool pavilion, her heart was frozen with shock! Luo Lingyu never imagined Lu Yun would treat her this way — he had flirted with her, teased her multiple times, stirred up waves in her heart, and given her hope. Yet in the end, he only saw her as a concubine for his…