MZNRGN Translations

Guan Han had just finished speaking when she felt a cold sensation on her face, as if rain had started falling from the sky. Strange—how could it be raining indoors, where neither wind nor rain could reach? As more drops fell on her cheeks, Guan Han's slow-witted nerves finally caught up: the person on top of her was crying. Fu Yujun was crying. She cried quietly, without making a sound—completely different from the deliberate performance she had put on earlier for Guan Han to see. Guan Han's mind was thrown into chaos: "You..." Fu Yujun's tearful voice cut her off. "Hurry up and put me down!" Flustered, Guan Han set her down and helped her onto the sofa. Fu Yujun curled up, tucking her feet beneath her, hugging her knees, and burying her face in them. Her shoulders trembled as she cried silently. In all her life, she had never felt so humiliated—being lifted like a circus performer, especially by the person she loved. Her beloved had remained unmoved ...

Cui Jiaran's wedding was set for the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, with the bride and bridesmaids arriving at the venue two days early. Cui Jiaran showed Fu Yujun the sea-view room reserved for her and Guan Han. The room featured a full-length glass wall, beyond which lay a golden beach. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks during high tide was clearly audible. After spending some time in the room, Fu Yujun felt it had a very "int!mate" atmosphere. Everything was ready, except for two key elements. One was Guan Han, who wouldn't arrive until the wedding day, and the other was... Taking a deep breath, Fu Yujun knocked on Tang Ruoyao's door. Qin Yinong answered the door. As the epitome of an inseparable couple, Qin Yinong was, of course, constantly by Tang Ruoyao's side—even attending video conferences with her laptop just to accompany her wife on the trip. In broad daylight, Qin Yinong was wearing a bathrobe, her long hair damp, with a lingering m...