Volume One, Chapter 89: The Radio Station Goes Viral!! Overnight Sensation!

"Used to kissing your forehead, used to holding your hand, used to leaning on each other, strolling slowly under the moonlight." These lyrics made her realize that those seemingly ordinary moments were, in fact, the witnesses of their love, the tapestry they had woven together in life. Every stitch and thread held deep affection and devotion.

"What have I done to deserve such a gentle woman, one who accompanied me at my lowest, helped me set out anew, soothed my restless soul with the best of her youth, until my heart gradually found peace because you forgave me time and again!" Every word Su Le spoke seemed to tell her that her husband, too, had struggled and been lost. Yet he never gave up, always...

As it was a joyful occasion, the streets and houses were adorned with red silk and lanterns, red carpets covered the ground, and red flowers were arranged everywhere—festivity filled the air. Whatever hardships or harm came from the outside world, he would shield little Hun Dun from them, unwilling to let her be hurt by any dangers beyond.

Yu Chuchu suddenly smiled. Lu Ping'an was still wearing a mask; she couldn't see his expression, but she was fond of the look in his eyes.

Liu Cheng hung up immediately. Jing Yi frowned, staring at her phone for a long time, feeling increasingly uneasy the more she mulled it over.

"We were just about to contact you. The Undying Sacred Flame has been attacked by the Italian Mafia. They have taken your sister away." Victoria's expression was grim as well. With such an incident, Wang was fully justified in breaking their agreement—a result they were desperate to avoid.

Long Tian nodded, took a bite, and found that the peach blossom cake was even sweeter than regular peach blossoms, with an indescribable hint of sweetness that, once eaten, seemed to clear the mind and refresh the spirit.

"Brother Qu Yan, you..." The tone in Qu Yan's words felt off, but Yu Chuchu couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Indeed, had it not been for that serious illness more than a decade ago, perhaps everyone's fate would have been different.

Of course, some of the stones still bore the marks of old fractures, clearly left behind by battles of the past.

"Is that so..." Zhao Renfan murmured, feeling uneasy in his heart. Suddenly, he wondered if coming here had been a mistake.

The costumes changed, the styles shifted, and the three-way battle on stage was nothing short of spectacular. The audience was utterly captivated, every single person immersed in the performance.

"The 'Seven Severances and Nine Transformations' that the Young Master gave us is truly extraordinary. There are no bottlenecks to speak of, and we've advanced with unstoppable momentum. Now, all members of the Slaughter Alliance have reached the pinnacle Emperor rank," Wei Zhuang said.

If the Roman Empire still exercised some degree of control over the province of Tarraco in the Iberian Peninsula, then in the North African coastal provinces, constant raids by Berbers, Vandals, and other nomadic tribes had once again thrown everything into chaos and uncertainty.

Exhausted, her voice was soft and gentle, enough to melt anyone's heart and evoke an involuntary tenderness.

On this grassland, blood-red mushroom clouds rose, thunder and fire intertwined, sweeping in all directions, dazzling and magnificent.

Chaotic energies surged violently in the air, sweeping across the land. Cultivators surrounded the area, watching the fierce battle raging in the sky.

Jiang Tian spoke calmly, darting forward to block the opponent, while summoning six puppets that encircled them tightly.

Since his father was unwilling to continue, someone capable had to be found to take over, or at least delay things for another year. After much deliberation, Wang Ze simply entrusted all of Sanqi's affairs to Puyang Xun, while the troops were withdrawn and put in a defensive stance under Yuan Jia's command.

Early in the morning, Hanyu felt that the butler was acting strangely, but she couldn't say exactly why. It was the first time she'd seen the butler so distracted. Since her earliest memories, the butler had been diligent and conscientious in her family for decades, never once showing such inattention.

The combination of advanced technology with ancient mechanical formations had forcibly simulated dozens of different environments on a single mountain, cultivating thousands of medicinal herbs—a truly incredible feat, the cost and effort required by the Hidden Spirit Society unfathomable.

These days, Gao Shun was quite troubled. Seeing Xia Feng so busy, he hadn't told him about Daoist Ren Bin's misfortune and tried every way to avoid Diao Chan.

When those black eyes narrowed at Ning Guangming, he felt as though he’d fallen into an icy abyss, his whole body frozen to the core.

Previously, some had wondered why Wei Jingcun married her, but once the photos of Su Tang and Tiantian were released, everyone finally seemed to understand.

She had just called out when Third Master Fu suddenly grasped her chin, his dark eyes bloodshot, as if he meant to kill Ning Sheng.

Tao Yiting walked straight to the window, opened the glass, then slowly sat by the bed, head lowered, saying nothing.

Gu Feng took Ning Sheng to a sushi restaurant with a beautiful, quiet, and private atmosphere—perfect for celebrities or couples on a date.

The man who took Ning Sheng to sign up was Lin Zheng, a talent scout from Sunny Entertainment, with an eye for discovering new stars. Those he had discovered were all doing well now.

He had always estimated his physical abilities as suppressed by Baishi, but once the seal was lifted, his true strength amazed even himself.

Moments later, Hua Xueyue, her mouth stuffed with cloth, let out anguished muffled cries. The flash of cold light just now had been a dagger, grazing her arm and embedding itself in the wall, blood dripping from the wound.

"In other words, many of them want to remarry—hoping to find a new home at the resort. Perhaps it’s because they lack a sense of security," Taozi mused.

Gao Shiying was a notorious playboy in the military, a dashing officer with a reputation for womanizing.

Though the voice was short and low, barely audible beneath their laughter, a few present noticed, including Che Shengyuan who stood close by.

"Alright, you don't need to sing the chorus," Liu Daofei waved, stopping her from continuing.

"Yes, sir!" He Gang, though he’d never liked Ren Minyu’s bluntness, now felt a measure of respect.