Jason Dunn gritted his teeth and looked at Jane. “Don’t you worry! I will definitely do it!” He said, “I will definitely stay alive in a good manner.” He smiled coldly. “Don’t you regret it!”Jane quietly looked at the decisive figure of his back. Until his back was no longer visible, she pushed herself forcefully to hold on to everything. She glanced at the people around her. "There’s nothing else. Go do your own thing."The people under her management immediately scattered like birds and bea

Zach looked at his friend and hurried back. His steps showed that he was in a hurry."A ghost is chasing after you?" he raised his sword-like eyebrows and said jokingly.Callen walked around Zach's side with his big steps. He walked to the wine cabinet and opened the glass door. He did not look at what he was picking and just roughly picked up a bottle of whiskey. He unscrewed it and poured it into his mouth with big mouthfuls. Within a few seconds, almost half of the new bottle of whiskey was

With a tired body, Jane drove the car to a residential building, but she did not park the car in the underground garage. She sat in the car and did not really want to get out. She lowered half of the car window down, stretched half her head out, and looked up.The house was brightly lit.Before Sean Stewart came to live here, it was often black and without lights.It was all right now. The lights were bright, showing that someone was in the house waiting for her to go back.However, why was

Was half a life enough?!Alora Smith’s mouth was agape, speechless. Some pain, like they say, is in the past and should stay in the past. If it has already happened, there is no point holding onto it. Just like the warm lights shining out of every individual household, amongst the tens of thousands of families, every single light represents a myriad of stories. Oftentimes, the one who is wronged ends up having to “seek forgiveness”.You see, I have already apologized. So why are you stil

Stewart Old Manor occupied a large piece of land. There was a stillness in movement, and there was a movement in stillness. A hundred years ago, the people who were able to live here were respected by many.The smell of sandalwood was in the air. Old Master Stewart’s face was hidden by the smoke. The folds on his aged face appeared vaguely through the smoke.Jane was brought to the parlor. She stood in the middle of the room for a long while. Aside from Old Master Stewart, the servants of the