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Chapter 47: Snow Melts into Spring

                 Mu Xuanling cried until she had nothing left. Between the tears and the vast spiritual power Xie Xuechen had channeled into her body, exhaustion claimed her completely. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Xie Xuechen stayed, carefully regulating her meridians with gentle precision. When he finished, he simply watched her sleeping face for a long time—memorizing the peaceful rise and fall of her breath, the way her lashes rested against her cheeks. Finally, reluctantly, he left the room and instructed the maid to prepare hot water for when she woke. Dawn had barely broken when concern drew him back. He pushed open the door quietly. A faint, pleasant fragrance lingered in the air like morning mist. Mu Xuanling lay on her side on the couch, draped in soft robes that had slipped slightly off one shoulder. Her delicate skin still held a pink tinge—like peach blossoms after rain. Her breathing was light and even, eyelashes flutt...
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A Romantic Collection of Chinese Novels

Cicada

 



Original Title: 蝉

Author: Ming Kai Ye He 明开夜合

Raw Link: Cicada

Total Chapters: 51 Chapters + Extra

Status: Ongoing

Synopsis:

His world had always been quiet—until love came, like the hum of cicadas on a summer night.

“He Huaisheng, you really are a failure,” someone had once said. “The ones who treat you well only want your money, and the ones who want your money—you hope they’ll treat you well.”

Other women’s husbands were giants like Sicong, but hers was a man who could not hear.

In Chongcheng’s dead of winter, darkness fell by five o’clock, and the night’s chill was sharp enough to cut through bone.

Xia Chan stumbled out of the private room, heels clicking unsteadily until she reached the flower bed by the door. Her ankle twisted without warning, sending her crashing to the ground. White plastic bags and scraps of paper whirled around her in the wind, brushing against her feet like restless ghosts.

She sat there for a moment, dazed. Then her stomach lurched violently. Turning over, she collapsed against the edge of the flower bed and began to retch.

All the wine from the banquet churned inside her, cold as ice, numbing her insides until they curled into a knot. Her stomach felt as though it were turning inside out, each wave of nausea clawing at her from within.









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