Ningzhou suburban cemetery…
The whole room suddenly fell silent, and in everyone’s mind echoed only those few words Wen Li had spoken.
What does “suburban cemetery” mean?
"Grandma?" Li Li tugged at Li Langhua beside her. "What does Wen Li mean?"
Ningzhou suburban cemetery…
The whole room suddenly fell silent, and in everyone’s mind echoed only those few words Wen Li had spoken.
What does “suburban cemetery” mean?
"Grandma?" Li Li tugged at Li Langhua beside her. "What does Wen Li mean?"
In the morning, the northern city lay under a thick cover of snow. The temperature had dropped sharply, several degrees colder than it had been in the previous days.
Inside the villa it was cozy and warm, the air conditioner set to the perfect temperature; even in thin clothing it felt as warm as summer.
Through the wide expanse of floor‑to‑ceiling windows, drifting snow filled the view, as servants hurried about making breakfast.
Elder Uncle Liang could only force a smile, “Then you go on with your work, we’ll leave first. After all, we are one family. You are the daughter‑in‑law of the Liang household, so when you speak, you must think more about the family’s reputation.”
Don’t speak recklessly about things that shouldn’t be said.
Xu Zhichun raised her brows: “Uncle, rest assured, I understand. As a person, one must recognize their own identity. Not only should words match that identity, but actions as well.”
Xu Zhichun thought to herself, ten or eight of them—if she said it aloud, it would scare you all to death.
Of course it could not be spoken.
She kept silent, Zhang’s eyes rolled so hard they nearly turned to the heavens, while Bai showed a trace of mockery: not speaking? Then it must be that she earned too little and was embarrassed to say.
Chu Yunli’s tone was cold and indifferent. Turning his back, he said, "I am somewhat tired, Miss Yan, please leave."
"Brother Chu…" Yan Ruoxi opened her mouth but stopped short, not knowing what to say. Brother Chu looked as if nothing was wrong at all.
Could it be that the wound medicine was not used?
On her way back, Yan Ruoxi’s hands trembled, her face pale.
She did not want to hurt Brother Chu, but she had no choice—everything was forced upon her…
Yuan Feng watched Yan Ruoxi’s departing figure, his expression clouded with doubt.
Su Liu halted, startled. Though the figure moved swiftly, he recognized him—wasn’t that the odd fellow A'Xuan, the one Madam had saved?
Though the man was a bit strange, his strength was no less than Su Liu’s, and his character not too poor. Seeing his frantic urgency, it seemed this peculiar Thunder Lady had been brought back by him.
Truly, birds of a feather flock together.