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Side Story: A Little Thing About a Secret Love

Yan Dan had a theory about liberal arts boys: they were all a little unhinged. How else do you explain someone voluntarily choosing to sit in a classroom full of girls every day, reciting history and dissecting poetry while the rest of the world worried about physics? She stared at the empty seat next to her and felt the particular injustice of it. Someone, somewhere, had decided that exam seating should mix science and liberal arts students. That someone had never had to take a physics exam next to a person who didn't know what a formula was. The exam bell hadn't rung yet. Yan Dan was still clutching her textbook, running her eyes over equations she already knew she wouldn't remember. Around her, everyone was doing the same — faces nearly pressed to paper, absorbing knowledge through proximity. She looked up. A boy walked in. Tall. Unhurried. He checked the seating chart at the front with the calm confidence of someone who had nowhere better to be, found his seat, and ...

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    Chapter 88: The Weight of Three Days

    Linlang's patience ran out before Yu Mo even cleared the gate. "Go then," she called after him, one hand pressed flat against her belly, voice carrying the full authority of a woman who had earned the right to make threats. "But if you miss Qixi Festival, I will find this child a different father." Yan Dan bit back a smile. The cold look she got from two directions at once did nothing to stop it. She was past shame at this point, and besides, she had Yu Mo's leftover ink on her side. "A few more days and it's Qixi Festival," Linlang said, almost to herself. Yu Mo's mouth curved. "So what do you want?" Yan Dan turned her hand over and caught his. Bold, even for her. "Anything is really possible?" She let the question sit a moment. "Actually — turn back into your original form. Let me keep you for a day." The smile died at the corner of his mouth. "Half a day," she offered. He pulled his hand fr...

    Chapter 87: Qixi Festival (2)

    Yan Dan thought about it sometimes. The first person she ever met was Lord Ying Yuan, and he had looked at her poorly from the start. Then came Tang Zhou, the mortal he had become after reincarnation — that meeting had been no better. But what had started badly had quietly, stubbornly, refused to stay that way. It had become something she had no word for. She had broken heaven's rules. Forced her way into the sacred pond. Gouged out half her own heart. All of it for this feeling she still couldn't name. It was never grand. But it had cost her everything. Yu Mo was different. What she felt for him had always moved like still water — calm, almost invisible, easy to overlook. When she tried to remember it directly, only a faint shadow remained. He had been tortured by lightning on the execution platform, life worse than death, and yet he had never stepped onto the path of seventh-generation reincarnation. And whenever he saw her — almost despite himself — he smiled. She was t...

    Chapter 86: Qixi Festival (1)

    Zilin and Linlang were fighting again. Yan Dan held her chopsticks between her teeth and watched them from across the table with open satisfaction. She had said it before. Zilin's temper was rotten as a compost pit and hard as river stone. A woman like Linlang — elegant, sharp, beautiful — would only tolerate so much. Yan Dan was busy congratulating herself on her foresight when her head suddenly dipped forward and nearly collided with the saucer in front of her. She jolted upright. Under the table, Yu Mo had released her sleeve. He reached across, lifted the dish of celery, and set it directly in front of her. His voice was flat. "Eat first." "I don't want celery." He glanced at her. Just a glance. "I didn't quite catch what you said." "I said..." Yan Dan swallowed. "I said I love celery." "Good. Eat more." She stabbed at the celery with miserable concentration, completely missing the faint smile that pulle...

    Chapter 25: Night Among the Outer Disciples

    The old love letters couldn't bring Yin Sulian down. The Song Zhou Yang family would bury the matter quietly, and Qi Yunke couldn't divorce her over something so thin without looking petty beneath his own banner of righteousness. Mao's mother had reviewed the situation and made that clear. Sulian had panicked, steadied herself, and arrived at the same conclusion: no reason to poke at Cai Zhao again unless forced. Qi Lingbo knew none of this. She kept pressing her mother for revenge, and Sulian had no intention of explaining her youthful mistakes to her own daughter. So she reached for Qi Yunke as a shield: Be a good girl. Don't give your father and mother more grief. If they return, you might even get a little brother. Figure out how to deal with Cai Zhao yourself. Qi Lingbo stood there for a long time, unable to make sense of it. Cai Zhao had won cleanly. She thought she'd earned a few quiet days. Hard training, a little rest, the fat powders and embroidery nee...

    Chapter 24: Jianghu Scheming

    The mood had been easy enough until Lei Xiuming rounded on Cai Zhao out of nowhere. Chang Ning leaned against the corridor pillar, arms folded, watching the fallout. "You see those little ducks with the ribbons on their heads? Those are Master Lei's." "Who keeps ducks?" Cai Zhao said. "Same people who keep cats and dogs. Uncle Lei won't let anyone eat them. They die of old age on his property." Chang Ning shook his head. "Lucky for you, your aunt asked about a robe and not a duck. If you'd walked off with a duckling, Uncle Lei would never have forgiven you." Cai Zhao went quiet. She had, in fact, been watching the ducklings and thinking exactly that. That afternoon she had planned to train. The moment she stepped back into Qingjingzhai, Dai Fengchi was already there with Cui Sheng in tow: "Madam Zong requests you both." Chang Ning's expression closed. Cai Zhao smiled. "Let me guess. The master went down the mo...
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