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Vicious cannon fodder The time suddenly became quiet. Not daring to breathe at all, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his white neck. Yu Yi felt that he was going to be finished and was going to be strangled to death by Shen Changqing in the car. The petite body looked up and down in Shen Changqing's embrace. Yu Yi's covered eyelashes fluttered, and the round back of his head was almost touching the cold car window. The palm placed on the back of the neck suddenly stopped kneading, and the palm…-
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Vicious cannon fodder After solving Yu Yi's resettlement work, He Yuexun felt relieved and continued to fight Xu Jiangyue with force. He Yuexun made an offensive gesture and showed a resolute and serious expression towards Xu Jiangyue, thinking that he had made a battle offer. However, in Xu Jiangyue's eyes, He Yuexun's provocative appearance was just a ridiculous clown who wanted to get his own spoils from a fight. Not wanting to deal with He Yuexun's clown behavior, Xu Jiangyue had no desire to…
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Vicious cannon fodder "..." As soon as the voice fell, He Yuexun stopped completely as if his computer was down, while Yu Yi covered his ears, wanting to find a hole in the ground to hide. Not satisfied enough, Xu Jiangyue sneered at He Yuexun, tapped He Yuexun's stunned chest with his rough index finger, and continued: "Do I have anything to do with you?" He hugged Yu Yi's neck, like a lion occupying the territory, looked at He Yuexun up and down, and gave him a highly insulting title: "My lover's…
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Vicious cannon fodder The key person mentioned in the topic, Shen Changqing, happened to be eating at a table behind Yu Yi and He Yuexun. Shen Changqing arrived earlier than Yu Yi and the others. Not long after Yu Yi sat down, He Yuexun arrived closely behind. Seeing the two people's skillful dining posture, Jianmei frowned fiercely. Not planning to change positions, Shen Changqing had been observing their every move and listening to their conversations from behind Yu Yi's frail back. Seeing Yu Yi's…
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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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