Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Her apparent hesitation lasted for some time. Eventually, I heard her slowly let out a sigh of relief before going over with Xiaohua to discuss signing up for a membership.
I knew that she did not recognize me.
It was just like a chanced encounter. She came here to fix her car today; she may even come here to get her car washed from today onward. But she and I would not have any further interactions.
I lowered my head and concentrated on fixing the paint. It had already been quite some time and doing these tedious, hard, and simple things helped my heart feel at peace. Perhaps the shop was too quiet today, as the other repairmen would more or less pay some attention to her. Speaking with Xiaohua, her tender voice seemed especially clear in the shop; it was pleasant to the ear. Like a piece of silk, shining slightly and floating behind me.
She said, “Tan Jiao. It's the Tan with the radical Yan, while Jiao is the character for bright.”
I became diverted for a split second, only to notice her gaze on me once more as though she had caught onto something. I turned away with an impassive face and continued with my work.
At last, she stopped looking toward me.
The job on her car was small, so I finished it soon. Looking up, I saw her standing at the counter, settling the payment. I passed by her without giving her any attention and sat with the other repairmen. One of the repairmen passed me a cigarette, so I continued to slowly smoke it. I placed my oil-stained hands—covered in wounds old and new—openly onto my pants. I stared at my hands quietly and felt as though her gaze would vaguely aim toward me.
After some time, Xiaohua came running over with a strange smile on his face. He tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Brother Yu, let’s talk about something?”
“What?”
He glanced over to where Tan Jiao stood. She had her head down, busy with her phone with an indifferent look on her face. She was always like that. Xiaohua said with a grin, “Miss Tan said that she’s willing to sign up for a three hundred Yuan car wash plan. T
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