Fury Towards The Burning Heaven - Chapter 1650 - : Excellent at Making Predictions

Bai Xunyin was inadvertently traumatized by stress during the year she graduated from Middle School. She became a “little mute” who couldn’t speak. In her first year of high school, she spent her days listening to the cynicism and discriminatory bullying of people around her until her second year of high school. Bai Xunyin met Yu Luoyin. He was clear, elegant, with straight eyebrows and star like eyes. He was the most handsome boy in school, and was the dream boyfriend of all girls in school. But for Bai Xunyin, Yu Luoyin was the first to protect her, smile at her, discuss topics with her, and the person who had lunch with her. The onset of her crush was turbulent and confusing in her teenage years.

He always told me that he dreamed of me at night.

Since Suri disappeared, smiles and laughter seemed to have disappeared from the Clarke family home. Christian, who feels responsible for the disappearance of his younger sister, turns into a terrible figure, all ways and efforts Christian do to find his sister. In his search, Christian accidentally meets a girl who manages to return laughter to him. As his feelings deepen for the girl, Christian must be faced with a painful reality that makes him have to choose to continue his story or end it.

Elena Wilson, an ordinary girl who has a simple dream turns out to have many secrets. What is that secret? Was he the one who saved access to find Suri?

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.