chinese novel
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It was supposedly a friend’s birthday, though this “friend” was just someone who’d come along with Cheng Yi and they’d only met twice. When Lu Jiaheng arrived, the atmosphere was already lively. The moment he walked in, Cheng Yi, who had been singing with his arm around a girl’s shoulders, immediately tumbled off the sofa…
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Dou Zhao watched Madam Ji’s every move. When she first entered the Marquis Manor, she had often given such cold treatment to the Wei family’s managers. How could Yuzhen, a mere maid who rose to position by chance, handle such a situation? Left idle on the side, listening to the sneers of Madam Ji’s maids…
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When Xu Nanjing spoke, Bai Lian would just nod. Though her reactions were minimal, she still responded. “You’re in your final year, almost done,” Xu Nanjing smiled and said to Bai Lian, “But I really envy you all.” “Envy?” Bai Lian casually picked up a building block and handed it to Jiang He, expressing surprise…
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Luo Jingyu’s first reaction was to disagree. He knew about Huanhuan’s career plans. Although he didn’t fully understand them, he knew she had always wanted to work in media companies or planning departments of large corporations, doing work related to her college major. How could he hold her back? He only made small handicrafts. Even…
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When Tao Zhi led Jiang Qi Huai back, the man was no longer there. The coffee shop’s entrance was still brightly decorated, passersby chatted and laughed, and uncleared snow piled up in the corners. Except for a small patch where body heat had melted the thin snow on the dark ground, nothing was left. Tao…
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The unexpected visitor clearly knew Chu Zhi, and Yin Mingshuo seemed reluctant to discuss certain topics with Chu Zhi while others were present. His expression darkened as he turned to glare at the man beside him. Lu Jiaheng paid him no attention, his focus entirely on the adorable creature before him, not even bothering to…
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Cai Shu smiled while helping Dou Zhao place the tracing paper over the calligraphy model, then took a fan and gently fanned her from the side. “Sister Cai Shu,” Dou Zhao smiled, “The weather is so hot, you should go rest! Having Tuo Niang here is enough. With you here, I can’t write properly.” Cai…
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Thunder showers were common in Qiantang’s summer afternoons. Luo Jingyu hadn’t checked the weather when he left home, so he didn’t bring an umbrella. Halfway through the bus ride, the sky darkened as clouds gathered overhead. People on the street quickened their pace. Luo Jingyu watched through the window as lightning flashed in the distant…
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Dou Zhao rested her chin on her hands as she leaned on the windowsill, watching the sky gradually turn white. The maids coming in to serve Lady Ji were startled, exclaiming softly: “Fourth Miss, why are you up so early?” Lady Ji was awakened by the sound and quickly lifted the plain white gauze curtain:…
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Early September was the hottest time of the year. The northern sun was harsh and scorching as military training was in full swing. After ten days, the boys were doing slightly better, but the delicate girls were suffering terribly, sneaking applications of sunscreen from their military training jacket pockets whenever they could. Ever since Zhou…