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No, I like gray.

"you--!"

"Do you want me to say white before you change it?"

The shameless man immediately ordered, "Change it to—gray."

This is great, I'm happy and you're happy too.

I smiled, but Zi Mo didn't. I don't care if you live or die.

I went outside and heard a joyful chorus of music.

“I don’t like it,” I said, pointing to the guys who were getting carried away with their boasting.

"Change the song."

"I've recently come to enjoy listening to Yan Xiaolou's music."

"No, absolutely not."

I lifted the blood-red bead that had been covered: "Chouqian said that the person who can control me hasn't been born yet." I gently held it with my hand, but it remained silent.

Thick-skinned man's face turned ashen: "Couhua Le."

...

That sounds so comforting. I stretched, and everyone in my family stopped smiling. But I smiled! A good leader is truly a good leader.

I stood at the door holding the donation box, waiting for customers to come in.

The petition reads: "No entry is permitted without a thousand taels of gold, except for pigs and dogs."

Listening to the music and looking at the gray flowers, I finally felt at ease.

Chou Qian strolled over leisurely. "Kid, you're up early. My house isn't even ready yet."

Chou Qian was not surprised by the scene. He took out a silver note and stuffed it into my box without even looking at it.

Rich people! But I don't believe everyone is rich.

He took two steps and then came back: "Why don't you replace the charcoal fire at the door with an oil fire?"

I glanced at the iron basin beside him; it made sense. "Change it for me. It needs to burn very brightly; the flames must be over a meter high."

"Yes!" Chou Qian went in.

I just stood there...

Around eight or nine o'clock, all the officials were waiting outside the door, but not one of them gave me money. I placed the treasures given to me by Wu Hui, Qian Qing, and Chou Qian on the box. Let's see who dares to go in without giving me money.

The shameless man greeted everyone from outside the door, and the old lady had no choice but to come out and show her face as well.

Because Lu Susu was in solitary confinement, she couldn't join in the fun.

I'm the only one left struggling to keep going.

A group of people stood outside the door, but no one said a word of blessing. The music and colors were off, and my expression was off too.

At ten o'clock (supposedly an auspicious day), Zimo shot an arrow to greet people. I tied a rope to the arrow's tail and forcefully pulled it off course.

I looked at him defiantly.

He ignored me. He put down the arrow and went to embrace the woman.

My teeth were chattering. Give me a crocodile, and I'd eat it too. Shen Ziming, you've got guts!

He carried her out of the car, and of course I knew he could step over even the highest flames.

Chou Qian stood behind me, and I glared at them.

I feel unhappy.

"nonsense."

"He married her; if he didn't want to, could the Emperor force him?"

I threw the box I was holding onto the ground.

The officials all looked at me. I glared at them and said, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out." Those words sounded familiar; it seemed like Wu Hui had said them. My heart ached. He really wanted to marry someone surnamed Gao!

My chest hurts. I crouch down and breathe.

Chouqian helped me up and took my pulse.

"It breaks my heart."

"It will be alright."

"It hurts a lot now."

"It'll pass once the pain is over."

I want to cry—

"Let me take you for a walk..."

"good."