That day, Yang Zhao was at her studio racking her brains over a piece of pott…
Synopsis: I once had a period of time in which I could use my meager words to …
For the next several days, Xin Mei camped in the mountain forests at night, ye…
Li Diudiu had always been curious about one thing. In his eyes, his master wa…
“Master, are you hungry?” Little Daoist boy Li Diudiu’er asked his master, the …
After May arrived, Xin Mei would soon turn sixteen, and her father had been gro…
Synopsis: Xin Mei, who had long been criticized as a woman cursed to bring deat…
When a family accumulates poverty, it suffers. When a nation accumulates povert…