Thousand Autumns (meng Xi Shi) Novels & Stories

ALISA’S POV The live stream had ended thirty minutes ago, but the city didn’t need me to sign off. It was already voting with every share, every comment, every desperate phone call flooding Kael’s inbox. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room, barefoot on cool marble, wearing only one of his black shirts that skimmed my thighs. The claiming mark on my shoulder throbbed in time with the bond—golden threads pulsing warm and constant, like they were sealing us into something eternal. Kael paced three steps away, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal as he dismantled yet another threat.

The woman offered excitedly. Bai Hu jumped to the counter and speak to Ming Yue. "Make it 15 millions for one thousand years old ginseng, Master." The woman stiffened, she forgot about Bai Hu's existence for a while now. Ming Yue didn't know that the woman could hear Bai Hu's words so she nervously spoke what Bai Hu said to her, "Um.. since it's one thousand years old ginseng, uh.. how about 15 millions madam?" 'Ai Bai Hu! isn't 15 millions too much?!' Ming Yue complained in her mind.

Tell Aunt Wu that I am sorry for letting her down. Goodbye forever. Chen Xiu.'

In the middle of it was white powder, scattered everywhere, obviously kicked around. My mother’s ashes. When she passed, the funeral home had given me that urn. She had told me to keep it, so I could look at it when I missed her. I stood in the doorway, staring at the powder. A sharp ringing filled my head. Then, nothing. The whole world went silent except for the abnormal pounding of my own heart. My temples throbbed. I walked over slowly and crouched down. I reached out, then pulled my hand back.

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

I've told you before. I could see Chelsea thinking hard, then suddenly her face lit up with the memory, "Kisses from your grandpa!" I nodded my head and pulled down a pale pink cherry petal from the branch hanging by my side. I stared at the petal. They were my Noona's favorite. She liked them because they didn't stay for long. She always told me that the best and prettiest things never stay around for long. She said that a cherry leaf was too beautiful to last all year. It was more special because it's life was short. Like the samurai-- extreme beauty, quick death. I still wasn't sure what it all meant but she said I will once I get older.

The White family patriarch, Claude White, walked over with his mouth agape! As the White family’s patriarch, Claude could be described as a knowledgeable person, though his heart was beating wildly at that point! It was a calligraphic piece by Wang Xizhi, the Sage of Calligraphy! An opus of that sort could not possibly be worth less than 20 million! Translator’s note: [1] A Chinese romantic cliché, 1,314,510 (一三一四五二零) – sounds like 一生一世我爱你, which can be interpreted as ‘I’ll love you for the rest of my life’.

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Author little theatre : Si Yi Yan kneeling in the temple while rubbing his hands in a praying pose : God of memories , please accept my offerings ( slides a plate of moon cakes ) God of transmigration : you are bringing offerings to wrong God , boy !