Reversed Life: Chapter 30 - Second Update

Chapter 30: Second Update
 
Even after taking so many days off sick, the buses in City A were still just as crowded.
 
Mu Xiangxiang sat in her seat staring at her phone. The screen was open to Qiao Nan’s contact page. She typed out a long paragraph, then slowly deleted it again.
 
She was hesitating over how to tell Qiao Nan the truth about Shi Jiajun.
 
Even she thought her behavior was strange. Wasn’t it just “say what’s on your mind”? What was so difficult about that? But after witnessing Qiao family big brother’s emotionally devastating breakdown—the crying, the drunken rampage—she couldn’t stop herself from imagining how Qiao Nan might react after learning the truth. So she kept trying different tones and opening lines, yet every time she failed to continue typing.

Love Bitstream: Chapter 25 - Fun to Play With

Chapter 25: Fun to Play With 
 
If the Nameless Seed didn't still need the snow from Mount Guguan to nourish it, Chi Zhen really wouldn't have wanted to log into the game the next day.
 
At first, he hadn't thought there was anything wrong with being marked for revenge by so many people.
 
After all, conflict between players and conflict between guilds were both legitimate ways to play the game.
 

Love Bitstream: Chapter 24 - An Ordinary Player

Chapter 24: An Ordinary Player
 
[That's a bit much, boss.]
 
[Could this guy be a Way of Heaven spy?]
 
[The biggest guild on the server, and this is how they behave?]
 
[Ugh.]

Reversed Life: Chapter 29 - First update

Chapter 29: First update 
 
The Qiao family dining room was shrouded in mysterious dark clouds.
 
Four people sat at the table wearing four different expressions. Mu Xiangxiang slowly sipped the vegetable porridge she had made herself—which honestly didn’t taste very good—while discreetly withdrawing her gaze from the pale-faced eldest brother beside her, Qiao Rui.
 
Having recovered from his hangover, Qiao Rui had returned to his usual cold and indifferent demeanor. His brows were slightly furrowed as he methodically scooped up spoonfuls of porridge, as though the chaos in the early hours of the morning had merely been everyone’s hallucination.
 
Fortunately, the small bruise on Qiao Yuanshan’s cheekbone remained as honest evidence—it had come from crashing into a doorframe while fleeing in panic last night.

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