by Wei Feng Ji Xu （微风几许） *Original Weibo post here. P4 is the Mist [Unlimited] mini-theatre. Ji Yushi was no expert at cooking, but if he put his mind to it, no dish he made would turn out badly. E…

The restaurant was silent. Aside from Wu Zhi, who went to the bathroom to throw up and returned to hear them discussing human faces. Wu Zhibin: “Why did the murderer peel off the faces?” Xie Lin: “…

As a suspect, Yin Wanrui was really just a suspect. Without any conclusive evidence, they couldn’t keep her in custody. In the other interrogation room, the manager was clearly prepared: “You can’t…

Chi Qing put on a jacket, carefully took a pair of black gloves from the entranceway and put them on, then helped Xie Lin the entire way from the elevator to the entrance of the community. While th…

When Xie Lin said this, he was particularly close to him. His eyes seemed to be a pool of ambiguous emotions; although he might not have had such intentions, he was truly too effortlessly handsome.…

Ji Mingrui wrote the first sentence: “You spent the entire day roaming around, even going to a psychiatrist.” “To help him find a chance to make a move.” Xie Lin replied. “He started following you …

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Chi Qing landed on the ground at the same time as the shadow. He twisted his wrist slightly, the tip of the umbrella heading straight for him. The shadow rolled to the side immediately, his cheek g…

The hour hand turned, quickly turning a half circle as the sky outside turned darker. Chi Qing closed his eyes and laid in bed until the middle of the night. Right as he was about to fall asleep, t…