Calculating Cultivation - Chapter 105: Drugged Up

The city lights blurred as Evelyn Carter ran—away from the past, away from the voice that had kept her caged for years. Westbridge University was supposed to be her escape, a place where she could disappear, blend into the background, and finally breathe.But then he showed up.Adrian West wasn’t supposed to notice her. Loud, confident, and radiating a warmth she wasn’t used to, he crashed into her quiet world like a storm she never saw coming. And for the first time, silence wasn’t her only option.But the past doesn’t let go so easily.Secrets don’t stay buried forever.And running… running was never the same as being free.She thought she was invisible. He saw her anyway.Are you ready to uncover the truth?It is a slow-burn, heartwarming story about love, healing, and finding the light even in the darkest places.

One day, Emperor Wu Ling discovered, every night he would become a stone, kept on the jewellery box of a lady, embarrassing beyond embarrassing.

One day, Zhao Jin Yu discovered, the stone on her jewellery box could actually speak! Awkward beyond awkward.

This stone had a malicious tongue, harsh, two-faced and indifferent, Zhao Jin Yu itched to throw it smashing it to pieces…, who knew one day, wanting to save herself she used it to block a sword, it really did shatter, she cried for a very long time.

Again one day, Zhao Jin Yu was drafted into the palace, she discovered unusually, the emperor was like this he had a malicious tongue, harsh, two-faced and indifferent…

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.