Stop acting like a big shot, would you?

How could Jiang Mi possibly fail to notice the coldness and hostility in Song Xumei’s eyes? Lin Cheng had suddenly suffered a severe allergic reaction, yet the blame was being pinned on the bag Jiang Mi had given her.

She trusted Wen Zongfu. Although he was not one to put on airs, he would never buy counterfeit luxury goods just to show off. He might not be able to afford them, but he would certainly never buy such defective merchandise.

Moreover, Song Xumei had remained silent all evening. After all, Jiang Mi was not truly an eighteen or nineteen-year-old...

Before Ming Shiyun could sort out her thoughts, hurried and joyful cries rang in her ears—voices she knew better than anyone else, those of Ziling and Lvrui.

Without halting his movements, Ye Zhiyuan meticulously kneaded the young man's slender yet firm waist, feeling a sudden surge of wonder.

It seemed he had words on the tip of his tongue, but after his lips moved slightly, Lu Hong ultimately emitted no sound. And as he silently watched An Youoran disappear beyond the closed heavy doors, a man clad in white as pristine as snow appeared before him.

Yan Xi had already been sent away, so was all their attention focused entirely on him now?

Yet it was only later that she realized Luo Feng had treated her this way not out of concern that she might feel ill at ease within the imperial palace, but because he was terrified she would discover his secret.

Li Yan... do you have any idea what it feels like when someone important vanishes from your life? That bone-deep, indelible agony, that marrow-penetrating desolation, and that... despair vast enough to swallow every last shred of happiness?

"Chengqian, did you not hear me say that we should do things my way this time?" She did not look at him, but her resolute tone made Yan Chengqian understand her stubbornness on this occasion, for this was her chance at redemption, and she could no longer afford to run away.

When she first woke up in the morning, she had intended to put on her own clothes, but after standing in front of the bathroom mirror and taking a long look at her reflection...

By the time she left, aside from her lips being even more flushed and glossy like ripened cherries, not the slightest trace of swelling remained.

Yu Min was nearly frightened into a sudden cardiac arrest. Could Tong Lele truly have suffered such profound psychological trauma as to lose her wits to this extent?

Glancing once more at his paralyzed legs, confined day after day within this courtyard, Fourth Master Cui, arrogant and indomitable all his life, had now been reduced to such a plight.

It was also he who, after the incident involving my father, stepped forward to vouch for him, rescuing him from the wrath of the patient's family, only for my father to eventually waste away in melancholy and die at home.

The greater the disparity between oneself and others, the more contemptible and wretched one feels, making it impossible to remain content with the status quo.

A moment ago, several sworn brothers had declared with absolute oaths that even if it meant dying on this cleared path, they would carve out a bloody trail for him.

Since matters had already reached this point, Chen Haodong had no other choice but to go along with Monkey, thankful at least that the real reason had not been divulged.

Look at the youth down there: his face as smooth as powdered jade, his eyes like autumnal waves, his brows as if brushed with ink—he was the very picture of a peerless young gentleman.

Acting as though he did not even see Han Fei, that ghostly troop marched right past him. Once they had passed, the lantern in his hand suddenly burst with a blue flame, and Han Fei hurriedly tossed it aside.

As a rather remarkable treasure, the Spatial Divine Pillar possessed extraordinary hardness; in its current state, the tactile sensation of holding it in one's hand was quite exceptional.

I gazed deeply at Wang Jinye, wondering why she did not expose me. She must have recognized my voice, yet why keep silent? I unconsciously kept staring at her, while the latter never once glanced back, acting as though nothing of the sort had ever happened.

Emperor Ming's ancestor did not reply, but his expression revealed that he, too, was anxious, clearly confirming that Lin Fan's words had hit the mark.

Lin Fan’s eyes widened, convinced that once the spiked club and the frying pan were forged together, they would undoubtedly become far more formidable.

Though Gao Feifei had no idea what this pea-like seed actually was, it did not prevent him from taking it with him. Fearing the seed might perish if separated from the soil, Gao Feifei simply placed the entire flowerpot into his spatial ring.