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Nangong Min remained unmoved. “You know what the Tang family would do if he came out to them. He needed someone absolutely safe—someone like me—as cover. He chose this path and enjoys it. You shouldn’...

When Tang Yifeng was alive, Nangong Min had clung to him like a ghost. After his death, the man became a lunatic. He waited for Tang Yu outside school, wept over the phone, and begged him to reveal Ta...

The battered phone in his pocket vibrated until his thigh went numb. Chi Xingran pulled out the secondhand phone with its cracked screen. System notifications kept exploding across the top like a runa...

When Yin Xigui was dragged into the basement of the Yin family's old residence, his knee struck the steps. Pain made his whole body curl inward. The man behind him showed no mercy. He hauled Yin Xigui...

Many boys their age stood taller than Tang Yu. Jiang Hao visibly did too. But someone had struck Tang Yu’s deepest wound, and nothing could stop the violence driving him now. Jiang Hao’s lower back cr...

A few days later, Qiu Yang was forging a set of horseshoes in the smithy when Zhou Laosi suddenly ran in. “Someone's coming from the north,” he said. “Chief Liao wants you mounted.” Qiu Yang put down ...

Ji Qian’ang’s hot breath brushed Tang Yu’s nape. Every sound in the home-economics room seemed to fade, leaving only the heat of his palm. Then he released Tang Yu. “Do it yourself.” Tang Yu lowered h...

Now, whether beneath the polar night or the daylight, they will always have each other. — Love Letter from the Polar Night Ken — “Damn. The car’s broken down.” Ning Cheng frowned at the hood, frustrat...

Tang Yu sat up and tried to cover Ji Qian’ang’s eyes. “Who said you could look? Get out.” Ji Qian’ang leaned away and picked up a framed photograph from the bedside table. Tang Yu stood alone near a b...

“Do you understand French?” Tang Yu asked. “No.” “English?” Ji Qian’ang answered in precise, unhurried English. “You were looking at me before you asked.” Tang Yu fell silent. The man somehow sounded ...

The alarm rang three times before Tang Yu finally surfaced from a heavy sleep. He glanced at the clock. “Seven forty…” He shot out of bed, dragged on his uniform, and hurried downstairs. Ji Qian’ang s...

Several days later, Sheng Linyou was taken away. This time there was no knock and no notice. Public Security officers kicked the door in while Sheng Linyou was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. The ...

Night had just fallen when Sheng Linyou reached the teahouse. The proprietor glanced at him, eyes pausing on his collar before looking away. Sheng Linyou ignored him and went upstairs. Warm light spil...

In the days that followed, Yin Xigui began going out far more often. At first it was once every two days; soon, he was leaving every other day. Before each trip, he reported to Sheng Linyou that he an...

In the end, they still failed to prevent the meeting. It was set at a private restaurant on the east side of the city. Yin Zhengsong had arranged everything himself, even reserving the private room th...

That night, Yin Xigui's fever returned. It rose and fell over and over, refusing to break completely. His forehead felt warm, and he lay listlessly beneath the covers, coughing every now and then. Eac...

By the time Yin Xigui woke the next day, sunlight covered most of the bed. For a moment, he remained dazed. Above him were the familiar ceiling and chandelier. A familiar thin blanket covered him. Thr...

After the call ended, Yin Xigui stood in the living room for about ten seconds. His breathing gradually slowed from ragged to steady. The grip of his fingers on the edge of his phone loosened, then ti...

“No.” The manager pushed up her glasses, entirely unmoved by Zou Songpu's fixed stare. She calmly finished tidying her artist's home, tied the garbage bag, and placed it beside the door so she could t...

After Su Mian publicly “force-fed” Xie Wei a life of luxury, the entire capital saw how dazedly the young scholar departed. Some said the little demon king had sucked the backbone out of Scholar Xie. ...

After retracing her route for some distance, Ling Yu could no longer see where the old guide had gone. Night was deepening. As she approached the boundary between desert and village, she saw the off-r...

At two in the morning, Ding Peichen suddenly woke. A bone-deep cold seeped through his thin pajamas from behind, as though something were pressed tightly against his back. He froze and instinctively h...

The ducal residence's imposing vermilion gates slowly opened. Outside, curious commoners and aristocratic sons eager for a spectacle stood packed several rings deep. In the middle of the long street, ...

Chapter 2: Contact Details Ning sighed, switched off her phone, and turned to Leo. “I planned to chase the aurora tonight. I thought I could make do sleeping in the car, so I didn’t book anywhere.” Le...

The aroma of breakfast woke Yin Xigui. He opened his eyes groggily. Sunlight already streamed through a gap in the curtains, spilling a patch of radiance across the sheets. The pillow beside him was e...

In an instant, Qin Ting's face felt as though it were on fire. She sat down without a word, turning the pages of her script with a furious rustle. The man who had coldly refused her a second earlier s...

The smell of smoke clung everywhere, invading Sheng Linyou's nose and making him frown. He pulled Yin Xigui's slight body closer and inspected him from every angle—front, sides, then back. Yin Xigui h...

Once their hands joined, neither seemed willing to let go. “Brother…I'm a little hot.” Sheng Linyou paused and instinctively tightened his grip. They had held hands for so long that their palms had gr...

Back in my rented room, there was a slip of paper on the table that the landlord had left in the morning — rent going up three hundred next month. Adding that eight ‑ hundred ‑ eighty bonus, I had a t...

Chapter 4: The House Behind the House Valdieri House — 1:17 a.m. At 1:17 in the morning, lights were still burning in the Valdieri family's true Manhattan residence. It was not, of course, the detache...

Chapter 12: First Day on the Job (Part 6) Emma looked up, surprised. “Thank you. I… like words. They’re easier to control than vases.” Mrs. Whitmore almost, almost smiled. Almost. “Go. Before I regret...

The hand on the birthing bed clenched the metal rail. Nails scraped across rust with a shriek. The white sheet slipped away, revealing a woman. She lay gray-faced and sweating, her lips cracked. Her b...

The day the Tianxuan blades arrived, I held one in my hands for a long time. It looked similar to the WZ ‑ 16 blade, but the moment I touched it, I could tell it was different — lighter, with a pale g...

Wrapped in each other's arms, they slept peacefully through the night. In the two years since Sheng Linyou had been passed from hand to hand, warmth and comfort had become rare luxuries. He woke becau...

It was six in the morning, and dawn had yet to fully break. The phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated. Yin Xigui's eyes snapped open. He grabbed it and pressed it to his ear. “Speak.” Lin Zhi's...

Yin Xigui lowered his lashes, fingers twisting the corner of his shirt. “I am a young master, but no one wants to come here.” He paused, his throat moving faintly. “Father says I don't deserve servant...

Xiao Die missed the summers after the turn of the millennium with a particular ache. In childhood, the summer wind had been dyed sky blue. She would sit in front of the television, waiting for differe...