All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Li Sifan was a determined person. Even though the school hadn't officially started, she insisted on getting up early every day. No matter what time Stan Wallace and I secretly agreed to go out, she would always appear by our side, looking fresh and beautiful, either for a morning jog or a visit to the early market. Stan Wallace's prolonged hospital stay had already delayed the construction project at school, so he had been rushing to catch up recently. The time we could spend together was scarce, and with Li Sifan constantly around, I felt like our relationship was even more difficult than that of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl. Despite my strong belief in our bond, the lack of communication and intimate contact inevitably made me feel anxious and insecure.To make matters worse, during this period, I was living with the person Stan Wallace had a crush on when we were younger, which only fueled my imagination, making me picture a rekindled romance between them. If they were to exchange

Standing face to face in front of the sink, I was encircled by Stan Wallace's arms.Looking up at Stan Wallace, I guessed my eyes were also drooping at the corners, more aggrieved than the word "wronged" could convey.I felt so wronged that when Stan Wallace pulled me into his embrace, I instinctively pushed against his chest. Before I could exert any force, I heard Stan Wallace's hoarse voice in my ear: "I thought you were tired of me and didn't want to come back."My eyes widened suddenly, but tears uncontrollably flowed down my cheeks.Stan Wallace's voice was low, and he held me tightly, but the strength in his left and right hands was clearly different. Compared to his left hand, I could barely feel the strength in his right.When had Stan Wallace ever spoken words of compromise or weakness? Even when he was shot in the arm, he didn't make a sound.It turned out that not only I was overthinking and feeling insecure; Stan Wallace was the same. He was also afraid that I would

My face was deformed by Stan Wallace's pinch, my eyes wide open but I couldn't see the outline of the other person clearly:"You bought her a gift yourself, but you didn't send it out because you moved. You forgot?"I hummed, my lips closed and did not hinder my speech, "Didn't you have a crush on her? I thought the gifts you locked up were all for me."My eyes adapted to the dimness, and Stan Wallace looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time:"I love her? She was only nine years old when I moved. What do I love about her?"Stan Wallace pinched the flesh on my face with his right hand and shook it, "Gloria Kit, don't be too ridiculous."His right hand still had no strength, and every time he realized this, it felt like someone was gripping his heart, making it feel stuffy."Brother, it's okay if you liked someone else, it's also okay if you dated someone else, I love you very much." I held his hand and kissed the thin callus on his palm, "As long as you also love m

Every time Grandma spoke, her words struck me right in the heart, causing me pain that I couldn't argue against.In truth, I was quite afraid of her."Grandma." I handed her the medicine and a piece of milk candy, sitting beside her, waiting for her to speak.After taking the medicine, Grandma let out a long sigh, "Suluo, as a request from your grandma, can you leave Xiaozhun?"Hearing Grandma's words, I thought to myself, 'As expected,' but even though I had prepared myself, my heart still ached."You are a smart child."Grandma took my hand, speaking warmly as if confiding in a granddaughter, but the words she uttered were chilling:"Don't be upset by what I'm about to say. I've heard a bit about your mother; she has a gambling addiction and is quite ill. She might fall at any moment.""From her choices over the years, it's not hard to see that she relies more on Chengze than on you," Grandma patted my hand, "Not to mention whether she will divorce Chengze, even if she does,

Trista Fowler and I talked for a long time, and the cup of coffee in front of us remained untouched from start to finish. Later, he suggested we go out for a walk, and only after we left did he tell me that he was allergic to coffee and couldn't drink it.We wandered aimlessly around the perimeter of the school, but the scorching heat soon defeated us, and we ducked into a milk tea shop, planning to buy a few cups of milk tea to pick up Stan Wallace after work.The milk tea shop was quite famous on campus, spanning two floors with a total area of about three hundred square meters, making it a popular spot for killing time, though the prices were not cheap. With only a few days left before the start of the semester, the place was bustling with people.I rarely came here and hadn't tried many of the colorful drinks, so Trista Fowler took the lead in ordering.While waiting for our order, there was a sudden sound of breaking glass followed by a hurried apology, "Sorry, sorry."Trista