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The wind in the dream still blew gently, the shadow of the old locust tree swayed slowly on the ground, and the cicadas chirped one after another, softening and brightening the youthful spirit of the entire midsummer. Chen Mo stood right in front of the girl, a corner of his school uniform lifted by the breeze. The youth's figure was thin but upright, no longer possessing that lingering weakness from reality, nor the deep-seated inferiority and evasiveness. The girl was slightly startled by his…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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The days of newlywed life were like time softened by a spring breeze, slow and gentle, warm and reassuring. The small home in the dream was still filled with the bustling warmth of daily life. At dawn, his mother would get up quietly to cook porridge; the aroma of rice mixed with a faint scent of vegetables wafted through the whole house. By the time Chen Mo and Zhao Xiaoling got up, a warm breakfast was already laid out on the table—simple and plain, yet holding the most grounding…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The summer heat in Chongqing City envelops the world like a scorching cauldron. The afternoon sunlight is blindingly bright, skyscrapers' glass facades reflecting harsh glares. The streets are bustling with traffic, honking horns, storefront music, and pedestrians chatting, all blending into a boiling cacophony. The entire city pulsates with life, almost excessively vibrant. Yet, all of this has nothing to do with Chen Mo. He rides a worn-out electric scooter, weaving awkwardly through the…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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His mother used almost all of her strength to half-support and half-carry Chen Mo, who had gone limp, onto the bed in the small room. She moved as lightly as possible, afraid that any slight pressure would shatter his already overburdened body. Her fingertips continuously stroked his cold, sweat-soaked forehead, and tears splashed onto the bedsheet one after another, blooming into patches of deep and light dampness. "It doesn't hurt anymore, Mom is here, Mom is right here..." She repeated…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The incandescent lamp in the room cast a soft, warm glow, bathing the living room in tranquility. The food on the square wooden table, reheated repeatedly by his mother, still steamed gently, filling the air with a comforting aroma that could instantly put anyone at ease—the scent of home. Chen Mo was half-supported by his mother as he sat down, her movements gentle and careful. Only then did he cautiously let his limbs relax, the ache in his bones spreading as he sat on the stool. Yet, he kept…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The high-speed train traveled smoothly through the lightening dawn, the sound of the wheels grinding against the rails faint, almost gentle, becoming the only long, drawn-out background noise in the carriage. Chen Mo still leaned against the window, his posture unchanged, though the tension in his shoulders had slightly eased. The sky outside had completely shed the night, pale azure light spreading across the horizon, illuminating the continuous silhouettes of the distant landscape bit by…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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Outside the dreamscape, the small room remained tightly wrapped in gentleness. Chen Mo slept deeply, his breathing steady, his complexion showing slightly more color than in the past few days. His mother still sat by the bedside, holding a small, worn-out piece of clothing he had worn as a child, sewing up holes that no longer existed stitch by stitch, merely using the action to steady her constantly trembling heart. His father sat on the threshold, wordlessly sharpening an old hoe. It…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The sun climbed to its zenith, and the mountain breeze gradually warmed. The leaves of the orange tree in the courtyard hung quietly, and even the cicadas' chirping seemed exceptionally quiet. Chen Mo still sat on the small stool, from dawn to noon, like a shadow nailed to the spot. His strength had long been drained. At first, he felt weak just sitting; later, his waist and back began to ache and stiffen. Eventually, even sitting steadily became a torment. The pain in his chest grew layer by…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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She's so strong! So strong it's a bit ridiculous! This was Xu Lingqing's honest assessment of Hui Liyi in her heart. For a fleeting moment, her feelings became complicated. Hui Liyi of the Firo Continent was already this powerful. Then, for a master as strong as 'Senior', what level of enemies did he face? Could they shatter her with a single palm? Could they destroy a continent like Firo with a casual move? And what the Fire Qilin had said… in three days, she could really see…-
991.6 K • Ongoing
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The fading night hung over the mountain village like a cold, wet rag, heavy and oppressive. Inside the small house, no lights were on; only the faint dawn light filtering through the window barely outlined the blurry shape of the bed. Chen Mo was awake, had been awake for hours, staring into the darkness since the deepest part of the night. The intense pain surged again in the latter half of the night, more fierce, more lingering, and more unwilling to dissipate than before. He wrapped…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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