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Chapter 5: The Observer and the Hunted

  It was a call from Maiduo's store. Peng Ye answered, terse: "Hello?" "Beep...beep..." The line went dead. He tried to call back; the line was busy. He pocketed the phone, his brow furrowed. Cheng Jia, impatient, slammed the receiver down. After a few seconds, she redialed, only to find the line engaged. "How much?" she asked the girl. The salesgirl waved a hand. "The call didn't connect, no charge." Cheng Jia wordlessly leaned against the door, lighting a cigarette. The girl watched her with open curiosity, but when her eyes met Cheng Jia's cool, indifferent gaze, she stuck out her tongue sheepishly and turned away, smiling. "Do you sell cigarettes here?" Cheng Jia asked. Her Marlboros were dwindling, and supplies here were meager. "For sale," the girl replied, pointing to the glass cabinet. Cheng Jia pushed the Marlboro pack forward. "Do you have this kind?" "No, but look at these." The girl...
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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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