Volume One, Chapter 54: Could It Be That the Distance Is Too Close?

Xie Wenzhi came to his mother's room, where Yue Huijuan was complaining to Yue Yue about Xie Qiqi's refusal to go on a matchmaking meeting.

Yan Ye did not want to take the call either and directly hung up on Ji Yang. However, as soon as she hung up, before she even had time to crawl into bed, the phone rang again.

Nuannuan shed her layers of clothing, and Madam Yu put them away, then took out a red cheongsam from the side and told Nuannuan to put it on.

"Later on, Ting'er saw that man using that exact method to save someone, and at the time, Ting'er was just as surprised as everyone else. So afterwards, Ting'er merely followed the gourd and drew the scoop, imitating that man's method." As her voice trailed off, Mu Wanting shyly scratched the back of her head.

It seemed that the crow-mouthed uncle mentioned by Fox was right after all; she was indeed destined for a bloody disaster, and there was simply no way to avoid it. After all, the one currently wielding the power of life and death sat in the imperial palace.

"That is simply wonderful. I'll send you a text message in a while, could you save another address?" The tone was inquiring, yet it harbored an unmistakable sense of refusal.

Later on, there were also the soldiers who searched for survivors in various places during the early days of the apocalypse. Those soldiers who, despite being cursed and reviled by survivors for a long time, quietly followed orders and continued searching for survivors, always filled Nuannuan with immense fondness and admiration.

Even in the ways of health preservation and the art of melody, she had a fair understanding. As for her tea-brewing skills, she had indeed put a lot of effort into them back in the modern era.

Even without lighting candles in the night, its radiance could illuminate every corner of the Auspicious Clouds Hall. One could only describe it as magnificent.

Ren Qiong introduced the Hall of Myriad Chrysanthemums to everyone. Although it was just a few simple sentences, it was already enough to make people understand the terrifying nature of the Hall of Myriad Chrysanthemums. As one of the most powerful assassin organizations in the Southern Xuan Continent, it indeed had the confidence to rival the Heavenly Star Martial Academy.

Auntie Zhou took a spoonful of the porridge, tasting it again and again, savoring it repeatedly. It was truly hard to imagine that this was made from ordinary rice, without any other seasonings added whatsoever.

"Even if you reject me, I will not give up. I don't want to see you cry," Jiang Xu said. He liked her so intensely, with such a lack of warning—love at first sight, such a cliché scenario, yet it was the genuine stirring of his initial heartbeat, so he would strive for his own happiness.

During this period of time, Shao Le had not included them in any of his operations; instead, he encouraged Yang Xin and Ivan to take these people out sightseeing everywhere.

He had also consumed a considerable amount of energy during the recent battle, so he quickly took out a spirit-storing crystal to recover. Deep in these mountains and forests, he needed to maintain his optimal state at all times.

Nearly all the buildings near the main gate were damaged, and injured people letting out miserable cries could be seen from time to time sitting by the roadside, waiting for rescue.

Mu Yunxin stared in astonishment, pondering for a long time before she finally figured out that he meant for her to perform in her sister's place.

Zhou Yun's final sentence was spoken completely in the tone of Doctor Tom, and that bizarre cadence instantly made Mo Li laugh again.

The man did not answer, merely casting a cold glare at her as he grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the direction of the parking lot.

At that moment, his heart grew even more irritated as he pondered how he could possibly manage to see her. Qin Yan kept waiting for him to come and find her, yet the wait yielded nothing, and the hope in his heart crumbled away bit by bit.

They had talked about the appointment for piano lessons for a very, very long time, but it was always delayed by this or that. Yet neither of them had imagined back then that there would come a day when they would part ways, and for as long as five whole years.