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Chapter 11 Pretending to be a Stand-in Ye Qinglan walked back to the hospital room and found the door wasn't closed. Through the gap, she could see Su Jin lying on the hospital bed, her expression contorted as if she were arguing fiercely with someone, but upon closer inspection, her mouth wasn't making any sound. Ye Qinglan immediately guessed that the System must be coercing Su Jin into doing something she didn't want to do. Her face instantly filled with distress and anger, but she couldn't alert the…-
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The morning sun streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Su Jin sat up, her head feeling heavy and muddled. She rubbed her temples, trying to clear her mind, but the System’s prompt sounded like a sharp knife, instantly shattering her peace. "New mission issued: Stimulate Ye Qinglan’s Pheromones gland during filming, causing her to enter her heat cycle. Mission success reward: twenty million. Failure will result in an electric shock Punishment." "Are you insane?" Su Jin’s voice…
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The Heart’s Wall Opens Slightly The anonymous twenty thousand yuan in her account felt like a warm stone that had been weighing on the bottom of Shen Zhiyi’s heart for three whole days. During those three days, she could neither eat nor sleep, tossing and turning in distress. She had combed through every transaction record without finding a single clue, yet all her intuition pointed frantically toward one name—Lu Wanheng. She didn't dare send a WeChat message to confirm it. Her sensitive pride…-
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Glimmer in the Dark Twilight completely swallowed the Wugang skyline as thick white mist surged from the sea, coiling around the blue bricks and black tiles of the Old Town District, wrapping the entire network of alleys in a hazy gray-white shroud. Shen Zhiyi was curled up on a folding chair in her studio. She had been in this position for nearly three hours, her body as stiff as a forgotten statue. The digits on the electronic clock on her desk flickered. 23:17. The red light was particularly piercing…
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Besieged on All Sides Tear stains formed faint salt crusts on her cheeks. Shen Zhiyi crouched by the easel until her legs went numb before she braced herself against the floor to slowly stand up. The scent of turpentine in the studio was diluted by a heavy sense of grievance. On the desk, the sketches blurred by tears curled up in a corner, looking as tattered as her current state of mind. She didn't dare delay. The midnight deadline Shen Jiale had set was like a sword hanging over her head, drawing…
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Harsh Demands The warm light of the studio still carried the faint scent of turpentine. Lu Wanheng's profile was just beginning to take shape on the paper. The ochre pigment on the tip of the brush sat on the edge of the paper, not yet having time to blend into the hazy texture of Wugang. Suddenly, the old phone on the corner of the desk erupted. The sharp ringing pierced the rare silence of the studio, causing Shen Zhiyi's hand to jerk violently. A sudden ink mark slashed across the center of the paper,…
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The fog has cleared and you are gone too The sea in Qingchuan is always shrouded in a thin layer of fog every year in late autumn and November.It's not the heavy fog that can't be dissolved in Wugang, but the misty fog that brings the coldness of the mountains. It's like the brushstrokes often seen in Shen Zhiyi's paintings during his lifetime. They are light and shallow, but they can penetrate into the softest places in people's hearts. This day is Shen Zhiyi’s death anniversary. Lu Wanheng woke up…
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Relive the rest of your life The charity art exhibition "Fog Harbor Without You" came to an end in the heavy fog of Fog Harbor. The month-long exhibition received tens of thousands of visitors.The papers and pens in the message area were changed batch after batch, and the dense writings covered the entire exhibition board. There were regrets, touches, encouragements, and countless people's understanding and empathy for patients with depression.Lu Wanheng stood in the exhibition hall every day, watching…
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The moment the wooden door opened, warm yellow light wrapped in the faint scent of turpentine and watercolors rushed out, creating a sharp contrast with the damp, cold fog outside. Lu Wanheng looked up and immediately locked onto the portrait on the easel in the center of the studio, her footsteps instinctively halting. On the canvas, she stood in profile against the backdrop of the Wugang skyline half-hidden in thick fog. Cold gray tones defined the silhouette of her suit, the shoulder lines sharp and…
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Return to the old room The old town of Wugang is still the same as in my memory. The bluestone road has been polished by the years, the arcades on both sides are covered with moss, and the old tea restaurant on the corner still smells of pineapple oil.Lu Wanheng dragged a huge suitcase, which contained all of Shen Zhiyi's drawings, painting tools, and the off-white urn - she finally decided to take Shen Zhiyi back to the city where they first met. The studio she was looking for was on the third floor of…
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