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The tenderness of the honeymoon still flowed slowly through the years, and the little home in the dream welcomed another piece of ecstatic good news. As spring drew to a close, a warm breeze brushed past the windowsill, and the greenery on the balcony grew more lush. One morning, Xiao Ling felt slightly unwell upon waking. Her observant mother immediately noticed something was off and hurriedly took her to the hospital for a checkup. When the lab report was handed over, the hearts of the…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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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…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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Father Li slapped away his third son's outstretched hand. Seeing his carefree attitude, he said angrily, "Go ask your mother. I don't have any." "Dongzi is going to do something important, not go out and spend money recklessly. What's wrong with you giving him some?" Grandma Li was very dissatisfied, her eyes fixed on Father Li. Father Li felt his hair stand on end under his mother's gaze, "Mom, I really don't have any. Don't you know? It's been so many years. Since I got married, when have I ever…-
784.1 K • Ongoing
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Li Xiangdong actually wanted to understand the reason why Hou San's mind wasn't sharp. If he asked directly, he was worried that his words would hurt him. Hou San snorted, "They said I had a fever that burned my brain. I don't even know about this myself. They just love to talk nonsense. Brother Dong, Ah Zhe, do you think I'm stupid like them?" Faced with this soul-searching question, Li Xiangdong and Ah Zhe quickly shook their heads. Ah Zhe comforted, "Don't listen to their nonsense. They're just…
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784.1 K • Ongoing
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Mike walked along the streets of the Lower District. What was once a bustling commercial street was now nothing but a ghost town. The neon signs on both sides of the road had long since gone dark, and the storefronts were filled with discarded junk and debris. Mike remembered clearly—just two months ago, even the cheapest shop on this street cost at least 8,000 credit points per month in rent. But as the conflict between the Upper and Lower Districts escalated, business on the street gradually…-
3.6 M • 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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