Chapter 79: The Meaning Behind the Tricolor Leaf on His Chest

If what Zhao Qingwu said was true, then his preferred colors and styles could only be described as wildly varied. With a somewhat reluctant smile on her face, Mo Qinghan picked out a relatively simple and elegant outfit from among them, then chose a beige mesh dress from another bag. Turning to check the rest, a hollow-knit sweater in a matching shade caught her eye. After laying out the clothes on the bed and examining her choices, Mo Qinghan nodded in satisfaction.

Once she had changed, she left the bedroom and found only Zhao Qingwu sitting alone in the living room. The noisy clatter from earlier had disappeared. Looking around, she puffed her cheeks and asked, “Is everything finished?”

Zhao Qingwu, seated on the sofa, looked up at Mo.

Since he’d asked to stay the night, so be it; on the first day of the new year, having him for company wasn’t such a bad thing.

The truth was, the most important thing for them was probably to secure the biggest share of the spoils. Yet, why was Prince Qi, too, so unconcerned? What was the point of all my efforts to persuade him to step forward in the first place?

Her drawn-out tone was full of coyness; it was enough to give anyone goosebumps, and even Xiao Yichen, though he enjoyed the attention, found it oddly uncomfortable.

Xize opened his mouth but said nothing. His soul had already drifted from Cape Horn to the Cape of Good Hope.

Qin Jinyu was no saint. She had no wish to forgive anyone; forced step by step to where she was today, the hatred in her heart ran deeper than anyone could imagine.

The winter landscape was bleak, but the pines and cypresses remained ever green, lending a sense of tranquility and calm amid the withered yellow all around.

When Su Min spoke, Su Wushuang immediately wiped away her tears. Gu Xi’s clothes were already soaked through by her crying, and she looked at him, face full of apology.

“...” The words left Shen Sisi with three black lines on her forehead. So this is what your legendary cold demeanor is really like—such an awkward, clueless act.

Qin Jinyu wanted to lift her hand, but this journey through time had drained her of so much strength and cultivation that even moving a finger felt like an ordeal. A constant buzzing filled her ears, and her vision blurred, as though she were trapped in a nightmare she could not escape.

Not everyone could be as tolerant and detached as Lady Yin, who, upon finding release, passed straight into the underworld.

“Come, we’re family here; let’s sit down and talk things through. No more of this, no more!” Old Master Zhou forcibly separated the two of them.

With Lilith drawing away the attention of Awkward Fourteenth and Beauty in Chaos, Loli’s Li no longer had to worry about being killed again; those two were enough trouble on their own.

When Duan Chengyu opened the video, his face turned pale in an instant. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles whitened and even trembled slightly.

Is this a shop assistant? With such fluent speech and flattery, she’d be better off running a pyramid scheme, Li Yi thought.

“Uh, why are you here?” As she spoke, the smell of alcohol filled her mouth; her voice was hoarse and her throat sore. Dai Ya hurriedly covered her mouth, and only then did she realize she was still holding someone’s hand. She grew even more embarrassed.

In more than four years together, this was the first time he had gone against her wishes and come this close. He had always been courteous and proper, hoping to move her with his sincerity.

Memories are always bittersweet. Now, he was not the one lost, but the one lost in love. If she truly gave up on him, would he lose himself?

Several people watched as Young Master Zhou Er walked away, his figure so heartbroken that for a long while, none of them spoke.

“All right, all right, I was wrong. Isn’t it enough to admit it?” Su Nuannuan flashed Wu Xintian a very sweet smile.

“No… I’m just a cursed holy sword,” Est said, and even the light along her blade dimmed.

The scene at “Divine Concealment” was packed with people. The location was a lodging facility on Workshop Street—a temporary building constructed among the rented workshops.

At the bamboo grove in front of the courtyard, beams from countless flashlights flickered as dogs lunged forward, barking furiously. To everyone’s shock, a squad of armed police surrounded the courtyard.