Chapter 12: Rewritten Script
The hotpot steamed, filling the air with heat. The atmosphere grew awkward and heavy, as if the presence of a […]
The hotpot steamed, filling the air with heat. The atmosphere grew awkward and heavy, as if the presence of a […]
“Let’s be clear.” Meng Zhi took a bite of duck blood, muttering as if to himself. “No more talk about
At nine sharp, Meng Zhi saw Feng Xiyao downstairs, waving with a radiant smile. She’d clearly dressed up, wearing tiny
The alarm went off early, silenced by Meng Zhi with a single press. He couldn’t recall when it started, but
Hearing Chen Xinya’s name from Feng Xiyao’s lips caught Meng Zhi off guard. How did she know Chen Xinya? No…
The air felt suffocating. In the living room, the adults exchanged awkward glances. Meng Zhi’s mother sat silently on the
Time rewinds to the afternoon. After entering the internet café, Meng Zhi didn’t play games. He methodically contacted over a
The next morning, Chen Xinya woke up early. She washed up quickly, then dove into the kitchen to start cooking.
Eleven fifty. In high school memories, classes ended at ten-thirty, so the night truly began after eleven. In the dim
The sound of the stove igniting broke the silence. Maybe it was the dry air, but Meng Zhi’s throat felt