Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
I pushed open the door, and tears started to roll down my face.
I seldom cried. When Wu Miao and mother were still alive, they never saw me crying.
With two women behind me and an uncertain future facing our household, I had to be strong as a man. I had to work hard to let them and myself have a good life.
The room was very bright, with the sun rays refracting into a rainbow of colors when they hit the window. She was still wearing that shirt, and her face still looked pretty; she had always cared about her appearance. Sitting in front of the desk, she was reading one of Tan Jiao’s novels. When she saw me, she immediately tossed it aside and said, “Brother, it’s morning, and I’ve completed all my homework.”
I never knew where she hid them, her stash of Tan Jiao’s novels. She was always good at hiding stuff, a smart girl.
Yet, on the 5th of August, she was unable to avoid that person?
My memory of her, the image that had been seared into my brain, was the unrecognisable bucket of flesh that had been stored in a freezer.
I walked over to her.
Probably because my expression was too scary, Wu Miao gradually became frightened. Before she could run away though, I already had her in my arms.
Wu Miao, my dear sister.
Tears were rolling down my face. Am I holding her too tightly?
Soon, Wu Miao started panicking. She struggled and held up my head and asked, “Brother, what’s wrong? What happened?” I could not respond. When I saw her pretty face, I smiled again. Seeing this, Wu Miao started to cry as well and said, “Brother, don’t be like that. Stop crying!”
After hugging her for quite some time, my heart finally calmed down. A sense of confidence and strength ran through my veins, and I knew what I needed to do next. It was clear to me that this was a gift from God, and I had to cherish it. I took out my phone and called my mother.
When I heard my mother’s gentle and caring voice, I began to cry again. Wu Miao was shocked and could only stare at the rarely emotional me. Mother felt that something was wrong as well and asked, “Ah Yu, is so
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