Patricia Taylor
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[Completed Misson: 600 PS weekly. REWARD UNLOCK: 2 extra chapters.] While An Qinyan was returning to the city, something happened on the way. The hotel that they were building in the northern part of the country went through a serious accident as the roof of the building fell on many workers underneath. Many workers were injured even though medical care was provided instantly to them. She had to take a detour to reach there as the families of the injured workers had come out on the streets to protest…
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“Did you children take pictures?” Song Yifei asked. An Xiulan, who happened to hear this, nodded her head and passed the phone. Her mouth was full with what she was eating and so she couldn’t speak but she passed her phone to let Song Yifei see the pictures. “Ah, Yunyun went too? How come my sister-in-law didn’t tell me?” Song Yifei asked as she looked at her niece in the picture. “Xiulan, are you close to Xueyun? Let me tell you, Ah Xuan and Yunyun are best friends.” “I thought she…
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Song Yifei was guiding the chefs in the kitchen to prepare meals according to the preference of her mother-in-law who had returned home after her trip and had now gone to the temple with her friend. The doorbell rang and she saw a maid exiting the kitchen to open the door. “Sister Lou, prepare some boiled mashed vegetables for Xiaobao. He will wake up soon and will ask for something solid, ” Song Yifei said. Her son didn’t like to drink milk ever since he had discovered the world of solids. She…
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“Yeye, what are you doing?” Han Zixin ran inside the garden to find his grandfather trying to pick a big potted plant. “Ah Xin, when did you return?” Han Qian, his grandfather asked with a doting smile on his face. His grandson had gone to a summer camp for a week and he felt so alone at home. Although it was only a few months since Han Zixin came to live with him, he felt as if it was forever. It felt weird for him to live in such a big house alone. Thankfully, Han Nanxian had come to live with…
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“Hah, what can they even teach us? Aren’t they mere flowers only?” Han Zixin answered. An Xiulan sighed as she looked at those flowers again. “Everything and everyone in the universe teaches us something. It’s mood, experience and time that define what kind of lesson someone or something is there to teach us. For instance, these flowers are teaching me how some things are just inevitable. No matter how much you avoid them, they are meant to catch up with you. No one planted these wildflowers…
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“She cleared my name but she didn’t scold him for breaking my jaw!” Lu Xuan shouted as he pointed his finger at Han Zixin. “She always has excuses to justify his actions. I don’t like it!” His hate for Han Zixin was clear in his words. He then turned to look at Song Xueyun and said, “Xueyun, it wasn’t just me but even you didn’t find out that there was something wrong with my sister when she fell into the water. The water barely reached her calves. I thought she wouldn’t drown in it.…
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Among the teachers that came to summer camp one of them was a doctor from the school’s dispensary. She checked An Xiulan and found nothing major with the girl aside from the fact that she got startled by being pushed into the water. And this was the reason why the young girl passed out. The dispensary doctor informed everyone that the girl was fine and only passed out because of fear. All of them sighed in relief. That night when she was running a fever, she was going through another brutal dream of her…
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“Did I speak too much?” An Xiulan asked later. Han Zixin looked at her and sighed. “You should never be sorry for holding your opinions. You shared your opinion and they shared theirs. It’s as simple as that. Why are you overthinking so much?” An Xiulan stared at him for a while and then nodded her head. “You are right. I am thinking too much.” “Do you wanna come down?” Han Zixin asked her. An Xiulan, who was sitting on the big rocks by the side of the creek, looked at the water and…
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“Students, this is a rock painting made by our ancestors and we have been preserving it ever since with several others, ” A man who was wearing a dress that was similar to what the make teachers were wearing but with a complicated design was talking sign about the several rock arts that they had been seeing on the way. The rock art made on the rocks were abstract paintings that were painted in a time that no one could tell in a single time frame. It was red in colour and the creativity style was…
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When Han Zixin looked at An Xiulan he was rendered speechless. He knew that she was a pretty girl but to this extent… He had this dire urge to hide her from the world and whoever dared to look at her with malice in their eyes, he would poke their eyes out. “Ouch,” Han Zixin winced when someone poked a finger into his eyes. He was rubbing his eyes which were burning like hell. “Who the hell wants to die?” “You look at my sister with those googly eyes of yours and I will poke them out, ” Lu…
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