Chapter 63: Love Without a Shadow

Beautiful memories are deeply buried in the recesses of the mind; more than half of them have faded, losing their laughter and warmth, now tinged with a withered yellow. Even Li Wanbai, this peculiar person who returned to the present with memories of her high school days from ten years ago, cannot recall whether the light that poured down on that day was from the afternoon sun or the evening glow. She only remembers that their chaos lasted for quite a while before they finally discovered the two jars in the kitchen—one for salt and one for sugar—mixed up, and at last understood why the bowl of noodles tasted so sweet.

Li Wanbai leaned against the doorframe and saw Yu. Early in the morning, she met Rose, who was no longer burdened by yesterday's melancholy, returning once again to her cheerful and generous self. Even from inside her room, she could hear the footsteps outside. Though they were light, Han Pianqian, who was listening intently, caught the sound, but by the time she opened the door, the person was already gone.

Perhaps it was because she saw Feng Yiheng turn around, and the executives followed suit, glancing over. Upon seeing Chi Wan, they appeared somewhat surprised. This made Mrs. Tong start to believe the old lady's words. Finally, one evening, while Mr. Tong was out dining with a client, she secretly hurried to the address Qila had given her earlier.

Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun were fond of Chen Ningxue's genuine personality, and besides, they knew she was now a highly sought-after, renowned singer within China. Indeed, over the past four years, he had never let her shed a tear. Of course, she did not love him, so how could she cry because of him?

The original barbecue for three became livelier with Tang Yiheng's participation. When they arrived at the park entrance, Tang Yiheng had his assistant go park the car while he and his uncle began unloading their things, and Gu Nian pushed the wheelchair, chatting with her aunt.

Chi Wan had no idea what had happened in between, but she sensed a change in the warmth that surrounded him. One must know, the power of ninefold attack had once, in “Jade Spirit Awakens,” directly reduced the enormous Black Wood to nothingness.

“Mmm, delicious, truly wonderful! This is the most exquisite osmanthus cake I’ve ever tasted.” My mouth was stuffed with pastries, making my words almost unintelligible.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Qiming immediately signaled Wang Qihang to take the others away, while he pulled Director Wu aside.

Fanghua took the money pouch and pursed her lips; it was clear that these dozens of copper coins would hardly cover the meal for today.

Mrs. Ming was usually taciturn, but whenever villagers asked her about something, she would answer kindly. Yet this time, she was not quite the same as before.

Ye Jiaojiao’s movements were seamless, wholly unaware that Shen Nie and Shen Qingxu’s gazes had already settled on her.

“Why has Madam come?” Mrs. Li was about to enter the house, but stopped in her tracks, scrutinizing Jiang Yuling with a hint of shock hidden beneath her eyelids.

“You’re right, I suppose my greed got the better of me. Just finding a single dragon bone would be enough to let me cultivate to the consummate realm of Hunyuan Wuji Great Golden Immortal.” The Goat Daoist nodded as he spoke.

The old man is named Lu Huaisheng, my grandfather’s cousin; the middle-aged man is Lu Jicang, the old man’s eldest son.

Xie Fei sensed a trace of displeasure in the man’s words and withdrew her gaze, letting it fall upon his legs.

“Really? After all that trouble, you two just break up like that?” Wang Qihang clearly didn’t believe it.

“Look at what you’re saying. If Master Qingsong and the other two won’t accept it, then who will inherit this Zhizhi Temple? You’re at this age now—I heard from Sanwan that you should have retired long ago.” Old Lady Jin thought for a moment and added.

Though it could not compare to the fraction that space brings forth from primordial chaos, it was still a means of opening new sources.

Confident in his medical skills, Bai Ming believed that even if a patient arrived with a terminal, incurable disease, he could at least prolong their time. Thus, he waited patiently for someone to come.

After that, everything became a blur of activity, rushing east and west for this so-called goal that seemed to have no clear meaning.