Chapter 66: The Second Female Lead of a Youthful Tale—Ye Xiruo

My Movie Star Husband Wants a Divorce? But I Just Time-Traveled! Tender Memories of Youth 1285 words 2026-04-10 09:51:48

The moment she stepped out of the car, Li Wanbai nearly lost all sense of where her legs were.

Her itinerary was clearly laid out: meet with the company in the afternoon to discuss resources, then visit the welfare home Xu Tufa had mentioned. There might be children there whom she had encountered years ago in that narrow alley.

After finishing the show, Li Wanbai searched her memory for the alley once more; as expected, everything had changed. The old, dilapidated houses had all been torn down, replaced by towering high-rises. The former residents—

This enormous tree was not only astonishingly tall but also bizarre in appearance; its trunk and branches were a dark brown-black, gleaming with a metallic sheen, while each leaf was like a crystal reflecting the colorful rays of the sun. The vast canopy was enveloped in a radiant, multicolored glow.

Lin You, seeing through Qinglin’s eyes, gazed at the sword in her hand. She could sense Qinglin’s emotions: joy, excitement, anticipation, and pride.

In the silence, Zhao Hong suddenly voiced his admiration, but then, under the bemused stares of the other executives, he quickly closed his mouth, his expression shining.

After speaking, Luo Chen felt a large shrimp shoved into his mouth. He watched as his younger sister swiftly withdrew her chopsticks and immediately launched into her feast.

The chef was adamant; he insisted on serving Hu Yang first and then packing up the rest. Hu Yang had no choice but to accept, letting the chef serve him first. The chef had prepared a clay pot, picking out all the best pieces for Hu Yang and his group.

Yi Yi was even more extravagant. She used her mental strength to create a shield around her body, not even a strand of hair stirred.

Tang Zheng couldn’t help but smile when he saw Moshchuk appear again. He still remembered the Ukrainian’s bold words from before.

The low, rumbling engine noise made Tang Zheng suspicious. He turned to look at the young driver, whose face was full of excitement.

First, the Demon Lord took action, banishing all the Heaven-ranked powerhouses of the Three Realms to the Third Realm. As in the original story, the Fourth and Fifth Ancestors of the Chen family, under the influence of Chen Zhan’s laws, saw their cultivation wiped out by a single Eternal Oblivion. As a result, Fang Haoran was in no hurry to seek revenge.

A squad of ragged, bloodstained soldiers appeared, each wielding a steel blade and wearing an exhausted expression, as if they had just survived a fierce battle.

Xue Yaohong’s mind involuntarily conjured up the image of Miss Ke San as she appeared in the portrait, yet his heart was filled with confusion.

“The afternoon’s filming schedule is complete. Director Aru has instructed that the night scenes will begin at six-thirty,” Yi Feishi said gently.

Fresh flowers were rare along the coast, especially out of season. To obtain this bouquet, Roberts had gone to great lengths, but sadly, Zhaodie regarded it as worthless.

That evening, Mother Tian returned home with a look of discomfort and displeasure. Upon inquiry, it turned out Aunt was indeed ill.

In his youth, Zhan Peilin was much colder than he was now. He rarely spoke, never smiled, always wore a stern face.

“If you want to stay here permanently, you must let us understand you. Otherwise, we’ll still send undercover agents to monitor you,” Quan Shaoqing said gravely. Misi was inherently dangerous; even the International League had failed to uncover his background.

The rain lasted a long time, a violent storm through the night. By morning, the weather cleared, but hunger and exhaustion left everyone drained and dispirited.

He had lived so many years, facing countless choices, but never before had he felt so uncertain about which path to take.

His fist struck as if against iron, a force so powerful it felt as though his bones would shatter. He staggered, thrown violently backward.

Two arms, strong as bronze and iron, tightly embraced her waist, pressing her firmly into his chest.

Upon hearing these words, the two halberd-bearing guards straightened their expressions, parted their weapons, and opened the way to the city for the two figures in black.