Chapter 105

[July 29, clear weather.]

I’ve started writing my diary again.

I sat on the cliff edge for two days; aside from the first day’s novelty, it wasn’t really anything special.

There’s no one blocking the wind up front—it’s a bit cold…

By the way, Mother called me today and said she’s sending me clothes; indeed, only a mother’s love is truly boundless.

She also told me to bring Chu Wanguan back to visit when I have time.

Can’t visit—she’s ascended to heaven, high-dimensional flight.

At that moment, the nine-colored light in the sky stirred, slowly dissipating to reveal a single eye swirling with nine hues, gazing across the entire world.

Luo Hou instantly understood: the emergence of a Human Dao Sage meant the Human Dao had awakened—otherwise, where would such a Sage come from?

“Where are you headed?” Just as I was about to leave the living room through the side door to the garden, Shen Yi’s deep, resonant voice pierced my ears. I flinched backward, a slight pain throbbing in my chest.

I lowered my head in embarrassment, pressing myself closer to his chest; my bare skin was dusted with a thin sheen of sweat, his strong, steady heartbeat quickening before gradually calming.

The entire car was now brightly lit; Bai Cao and Ma Le could no longer see outside. Ma Le turned at the noise and saw Tingting, injured.

However, Tang Xin’s feared rain never came; as soon as dawn broke the next day, the sun peeked through.

Later, Xu Jie and I invested in many projects there, leading the locals to prosperity, and they treated us very well in return.

As the last sliver of sunlight vanished, the water market slowly began to fog. Tang Xin’s RV had a broken driver’s window, and the mist crept inward through it.

Though my vision was obscured by black cloth, I felt a pair of bright eyes fixed on me. I sat up straight, proud and silent.

Du Rong merely smiled sweetly, reaching out to touch the “young man’s” hand resting on the table—her soft, boneless fingers brushed his skin. He trembled with bliss, his eyes turning bloodshot; even though he pulled away a second later, he still felt deeply satisfied.

The child’s face was filled with panic; he mumbled something—perhaps thanks—then turned and shouted his family’s names as he sprinted forward.

By the time Ye Tianxiao arrived near the battlefield, his perception sensed many Dragonfolk had already gathered.

The attack was concise and elegant: starting from Scholes, the ball passed twice before Rooney took the shot.

No matter what she had done, she was still a child; no one could reasonably torment this child.

On the pitch, Manchester United still controlled the tempo—firmly so—but this did not worry Spalletti; Italians always play defensively and counterattack, and the tighter they’re pressed, the greater their explosive power becomes.

The purpose of this was simple: to make him and Shangguan Wan perform the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

Someone went upstairs and argued with a neighbor through the door, kicking it hard and threatening—this tactic greatly risks escalating the conflict, but also greatly risks scaring the upstairs neighbor.

That is, originally a single rat could split into two, then four, then eight, endlessly repeating in geometric progression.

The Emperor hosted a banquet in the imperial garden, inviting officials of third rank and above and their families to admire the flowers, drink wine, and enjoy fine food.

Who says ordinary human life lacks appeal? Peaceful, healthy, uneventful—perhaps that is the greatest pursuit and goal of a lifetime.

“Tsk tsk, before the police arrive, I’ve got more than enough time to tumble with you, General Chen, and ride to Mount Zhou,” came the flippant laugh from Tian Sha.

Trasas Bakery remembers how often I used to buy their cheapest long loaves; that drunkard Trasas would always kindly spread a thick layer of prickly pear jam on top.