Chapter Fifty-Six: Could It Be Your Turn to Love Me in the Next Life?

The lingering chill of deep winter was slowly fading, though bouts of light snow fell endlessly day after day, shrouding the entire town in a wintry embrace.

Jiang Shiyi had already gotten off the train with Zhou Huailing, returning to Tongle Village.

As it was the agricultural off-season, every household was beginning to prepare New Year goods, making the village lively.

Jiang Shiyi took out the candied pastries she had bought in the city and shared them with everyone, her large eyes smiling into crescent shapes. "Uncles and aunts, my mother's health isn't very good. I hope you all can—"

However, making Xiaoyue believe that Zixin had no intention of deceiving her—and that Zixin herself was agonizing over it—was no easy task.

I stared blankly at everything outside the window. I had no idea how much time had passed before the car slowly came to a halt. It was only then that I dazedly raised my face to look around, realizing that we had already arrived at the funeral home.

Hanyue used her sleeve to block her face, feigning sobs, though it was actually to conceal the terror in the depths of her eyes.

Ling Xiquan instinctively typed the word "No," but the moment her finger hovered over the send key, she hesitated, slowly backspaced, changed her mind, and asked her instead.

Just as Feng Chenghui was suggesting to Tu Deming that he should buy the national competition slot from Sun Yifan using his own connections.

The head of the Cheng clan did not leave either. Alongside Cheng Wu and the others, everyone was eagerly anticipating the continuation of the previous topic.

Luo Heng gazed at Xia Qingxiao's departing back, momentarily stunned, before a sunshine-bright smile crept across his face. Shihan was right; she was indeed very clever.

Originally, the explosive popularity of the first quarter had kept him in the headlines for half a month straight, but nobody knew where this mysterious designer had studied. The less people knew, the more mysterious he seemed.

Though she still felt a lingering tension in her heart, and her heartbeat had not fully calmed down, Guan He could not tell.

Zhou Fan reached out to grab me again, and I let out a shout, snatched the stool in front of me, and hurled it straight at him.

Seeing the old peddler suddenly bring up Qiuer's archery skills in shooting down Qin Zhiheng, Miss Huang, Fuchun, and Wei Yong could not help but feel a surge of curiosity, immediately focusing their gazes on Leng Ning, who was missing an arm.

The power transmitted through this imposing momentum was so immense that even the eight half-step Order Enforcers struggled against it with great difficulty.

At that moment, the old Taoist priest gently swept his horsetail whisk across the jade-made waist medallion. With a crisp snap, an "X"-shaped crack appeared right across the two characters "Tianyu."

Qianye danced around with joy until she touched Cheng Xiao's body and severed arm, whereupon she finally calmed down. Cheng Xiao pulled Qianye from the water into his own water-repelling shield, releasing his spiritual energy entirely, causing the shield to expand slightly.

Hearing Qianye's inquiry, the two of them were utterly shocked. They had thought Qianye might be facing some minor trouble, but never expected it to be such a difficult task.

Tang Luo finished speaking and glanced at Taro Okamura, implying: Old Japanese devil, it is your turn to perform.

Pan Ling nodded. Wu Xue was entirely right; Wang Tian's performance just now was simply too formidable. To be able to gain the upper hand against a seasoned business veteran like Xie Le was a truly remarkable feat.

Right now, he was truly torn between laughter and tears. He believed that the two billion currently deposited in the bank was probably gone as well.

In the game, just as the enemy Zhou Yu finished his ultimate cast and prepared to leap forward with his crimson staff, Liu Feng's Zhou Yu had already sprinted all the way to the enemy barracks. The distance between the two of them instantly stretched to the length of two blinking shoes.

"A real man must know how to yield when necessary. To wear a gloomy face and lose heart at the slightest setback—what kind of skill is that?" Yang Manshi said.

Yuan Ma had been in the same class as Zhuge Yang for three years and understood his personality best. Once he made up his mind, not even eight teams of oxen could pull him back, and not even the President of the country could change it.

The leader of the Nisar half-blood vanguard unit plummeted into an abyss of despair the moment he saw Luo Ling's expression. "Mother of Darkness, have you forsaken your children at this very moment?" he heard his own heart weeping.