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PREV | CONTENT | NEXT Over the past year, the Emperor had never asked a single question about Rong Ming’s recovery. So, today’s sudden questioning caught the Empress by surprise. And she was frightened into a cold sweat. But after living many years in the deep palace, she had already cultivated extraordinary concentration and quick […]
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT This kind of cold breathless night was endless, night after night as if it wouldn’t stop until it killed the hope of the person. Now that he had grown up, he had stopped looking at the door. He no longer had the idea of hoping for someone to come and
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT Seeing the purse, Rong Ming’s clenched fist loosened, and the blue veins on the back of his hand gradually faded. Thinking back to her actions that he thought were hypocritical just now, Rong Ming felt a little complicated. But the gaze he looked at her was still cold and indifferent,
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT Rong Ming took a glance at Jiang Lao and the ridiculous look on his face became worse. Since she had already got what she wanted, why did she want to come back? Instead of helping him pretentiously and giving a look of sincerity. Except for that jade talisman, he had
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT Jiang Lao usually took care of herself. On nine out of ten days, she was a salted fish. She was used to laziness. After going back and forth for two journeys, her ankles became sore, and the arm pushing the wheelchair was also very tired. She really didn’t know how
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT Wang Zhou went to open the door first, and a few minutes later he came out with a tattered wheelchair. At first glance, the wheelchair didn’t look like it was often used. Wang Zhou flicked the spider web on the wheelchair and said with a polite smile, “Let the young
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT During the day, every household in town cleaned up the snow that had accumulated in front of their gates. The road was cleaned and the surface had returned to the flat, and walking on the road pushing a wheelchair was not as difficult as Jiang Lao imagined. The teenager’s home
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT Jiang Lao lowered her head and took a bite of a snack with a dull expression. When chewing, her head hung low, her cheeks were bulging with snacks, and they looked soft like glutinous rice dumplings. The feeling of being treated suspiciously wasn’t very good. Her kindness was treated like