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Chapter 13 In the humid morning light, the crisis of the cinnabar mark had just been resolved by the temperature and absolute precision of Ling Xueqing's palm.There was still a hint of coolness after the panic in the air, mixed with the faint, slightly pungent smell of solvent.Ye Qiulan regained his grip on the bone knife, and the trembling in his fingertips had subsided, replaced by a tempered, colder focus.She leaned forward, breathing very lightly, and traced the blade just outside the tiny edge of the…-
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Chapter 12 The next morning, when the light visited the fourth long oak table in the west window again, it had a different texture from yesterday.Perhaps it was a silent drizzle that fell at night, and the air was filled with moist vegetation. There were still wet raindrops hanging on the leaves of the camphor trees, which occasionally dripped and splashed small water marks on the windowsill.The sunlight passes through this layer of clear moisture and falls on the table. The edges of the light spots are…
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Chapter 11 The residual warmth of the micro vapor pen has not completely faded from the fingertips, and the brief joy of successfully separating the first adhesion was quickly replaced by a more severe reality.As the manageable adhesions on the surface are carefully separated one by one, the more troublesome conditions deep in the ancient books begin to be exposed. Near the middle of the spine, about five or six pages of paper were bonded together into a thick lump. It was dark brown in color, brittle…
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Chapter 10 On the fourth long oak table by the window on the west side of the library, the early morning light is creeping from one end of the table to the other at an extremely slow speed.The dust particles floating in the light spot are clearly visible. On Ye Qiulan's knees, the light gray cardigan was folded squarely, like a quiet declaration.Her fingertips unconsciously traced the delicate texture of wool, but her eyes fell on the page opposite Ling Xueqing's pen.Ling Xueqing had put away the word…
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Chapter 1 The fourth long oak table by the window on the west side of the library is the tacit stronghold of Ling Xueqing and Ye Qiulan.The afternoon light shines through the gaps in the centuries-old camphor trees, casting swaying, water-like shadows on the pages of ancient books.Old paper, ink, and the vaguely sweet smell of the old locust tree outside the window floated in the air. Ling Xueqing's eyes lifted from a line of difficult comments and landed on the opposite side. Ye Qiulan fell asleep.His…
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Chapter 9: I Wouldn't Go to Ancient Times Even if You Killed Me! Zhou Yinli’s expression turned a bit sour after being scolded, but he didn't say anything. "However," Fang Cheng teased with a grin, "that girl was pretty good-looking. Why didn't you agree? Oh right, you don't have a phone. Hahaha." Zhou Yinli said coldly, "That level of beauty is quite ordinary. Any random palace maid would be better than her. Besides, that woman had a foul temperament." Fang Cheng thought to himself, it seems the…-
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Chapter 8: Then Eat a Bit More Zhou Yinli! When Zhou Yinli heard him call his name, he seemed somewhat unfamiliar with it. He looked at Fang Cheng with a hint of surprise, a look that made Fang Cheng feel as though Zhou Yinli finally possessed a bit of human vitality. Fang Cheng held him with one hand while looking down at his phone with the other. His fingers moved as he typed a message in the group chat, saying a relative had come to his house and he wouldn't be joining them this time. Fatty Zhang…
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Chapter 7: Not a Person of This World at All He squinted at Fang Cheng, and based on his understanding of the man, he began to suspect some ulterior motive. Fang Cheng pointed to his own head, signaling that this person wasn't quite right in the brain. Lin Er sneered. What do you mean? Are you saying people only come to act in my plays if they have a mental problem? Fang Cheng immediately broke into a grin. This is a relative of mine. He’s not an actor and has no acting skills. Didn’t you say your…
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Chapter 60 Chapter 60: Extra (virtuous) "Tell me, what would it be like if I traveled to ancient times and met you?" Fang Cheng was lying on the sofa, stuffing Zhou Yinli's cut fruit into his mouth while staring at the huge TV in the living room. His house was finally demolished, and he received a large amount of demolition fees. Although the house was a very important memory to Fang Cheng, he also knew that this kind of thing would happen sooner or later, not to mention that everyone living in the old…
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Chapter 6: The Aura of a Broke and Unkempt Person Fang Cheng had a regular barbershop he frequented. In the past, places like this served as the base of operations for his hairstyles. He hadn't been a good student growing up, and there was a time when he cared deeply about his hair, following trends, dyeing it various colors, and trying many styles. It wasn't until later that he returned to his natural look. Of course, it was also because he was older now and lacked the edgy, impulsive energy of the…
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