Mary Miller
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In a few notable situations, there were situations in her life that changed her outlook for good. Perhaps not everyone was out to get her and there were truly people out there with a good heart that were willing to reach out and accept her without any judgement. That had been a lofty dream once upon a time. People were always bound to make assumptions, judgement and assessments on every single individual they meet and also make stories about themselves to fulfill their need to give meaning to…-
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Han Jing didn't want to think that he left problems to resolve themselves for later. When you were stuck in his position of juggling two lives—one of them would always get the short end of the stick. Regardless of the 'favor' he had in his Luck stat, if he was great at getting himself in trouble, then he'd end up in a place where he could no longer get himself out of the mess. He knew where his priorities lay, and that meant his life as Han and his involvement were now more of a means to a certain end.…
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The PC cafe was quiet for once and there weren't many people around at all, if any, except for Han Jing, Mou Gu and the one left in charge to watch over the place. It appeared as though many people were truly spending their time somewhere else. All it did was build up the tension in the cramped building. The neon lights were always glaring but now it seemed extremely harsh on Han Jing's face. It almost acted like a bright white light that attempted to expose the truth about the situation. "I never get…
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Real life fighting that didn't involve fireballs, world-defying martial art techniques, futuristic laser sabers and such… was awkward and clumsy at best. There were no cool sound effects and there was an apparent lack of slow motions either. Mou Gu swooped at Han Jing. Han Jing recoiled back right before Mou Gu could slap the memory-sealing talisman on his forehead again. He was supposed to let it "work" on him, but he found himself dodging because Mou Gu was being too much. "Hah! Did you think that…
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Each one of them saw what they were lacking in the other, even if they would never dare admit it aloud. 'He had what I didn't have'—the thoughts weren't as clear cut as that. But it could have been condensed in that one specific sentence alone. The grass was always greener on the other side, or rather, his life seemed better than mine. Albeit neither believed that was important. Instead, both of them clearly believed they had the upper hand in this situation. Even without the physical advantage in…
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Han Jing didn't want to call himself a master social player—all he wanted to do right now was actually get back to bed and then consider it a day. Han barely managed to get out of the dungeon… er, Blacksmith's forge. But when it came down to at least reading the atmosphere, Han Jing thought he knew a decent amount. There were people who were so reassured and confident in themselves that they sometimes forgot to check if the person they were talking to was fine. He hated to generalize, but there were…
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Han Jing wasn't exactly interested in Wang Liquin's older sister—if he had one, because Chan Lee really had no clue at all. However, if this woman was anything like the person he encountered as Timothy's elder sister… Well, he'd rather not. "Sorry about that, I don't really have any clue about him at all." Chan Lee sheepishly smiled at him and yet there was a certain look in her eyes that told Han Jing that she was more upset about this than she let on. Han Jing really didn't want to be the guy that…
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It wasn't everyday that you decided to visit a friend out of the blue. You need to properly set a schedule and make an appointment usually. A heads up so your friend could spruce up their place and maybe take a bath or something—that was like the decent kind of friendship levels. Maybe you could visit right off that bat if you guys were best friends, but that was sort of pushing it between him and Han Jing. If one could even call them friends in the first place… Mou Gu wasn't really sure how to say…
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Ordinary. Was it a strange word to choose to depict oneself? Not necessarily, but by far… Most people that he'd encounter wanted to be extraordinary, unique or a cut above the rest. Or maybe, that was how he wanted to be? When he thought of individuals like Mou Gu who was secretly a cultivator, to Bo Lifen who managed an entire store all by herself in one of the most successful streets in the city—he thought that they were amazing. That he'd never measure up or amount to anything. He was just…
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"Yeah, I thought it would be kind of fun doing it here," Chan Lee said. "It's kind of chilly and cool, way better than getting holed up in my room. Um, I don't have any wine with me… but do you want peaches or pomelo juice? You're up here to watch the fireworks, right?" "Yeah. I'd trade some juice for mooncakes." He showed off the half-empty box. "I've had too many of those—but sure." "Oh right, you gave my parents and even Madam Dongxia a box." Han Jing said and awkwardly walked over towards her.…
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