Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 569: Rainy
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 210: Deer Girl
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 189: Good People
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 267: Correction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1071- Seen
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 896: Departure
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1070- Two secrets
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.10.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 300 - Apologies To Everyone; Level 37 Godly General
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 663 - The Captured Mastermind
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 662 - The Decline of a Nation
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 2: All the Demons Are Joining the Civil Service… Guess I’ll Be the Demon King Then
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 568: Will Spring Come?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 188: Aged Woman
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 266: Surgical Room
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1069- Underground Dungeon
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 895: Yellow Heaven
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1068.5- Collector (2)
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“I know my physique is not the best, but I don’t have any mental illnesses.” The middle-aged woman shook her head.
“Do you still remember the phone ringtone? Situ An hasn’t returned. I have looked around the apartment. It was in your imagination.” Xuan Wen’s tone became severe.
“Imagination?” The middle-aged woman was uncertain.
“It’s a very simple observation. Since your son loves you so much, why would he purposely hide from you?”
“Yes. Situ An will never not answer my call.” The middle-aged woman was in pain. “But…”
“These are some records and pictures I found at Uncle Zhang’s home. Most of them are related to you. Your condition is worsening. If this continues, you might never see your son again.” Xuan Wen took out a lot of black-and-white pictures. Everything taken inside the home was devoid of colours. The neighbours, plants and even the sun were startlingly pale. The middle-aged woman flipped through the diary. Every page had an entry related to the middle-aged woman. The words were unsettling.
“No! These cannot be real!”
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