19 Results in the "Mute Words" category
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MW CH17
Chapter 17: Can We Escape? The weather was fine coming here, but as Mochuan got his shot and we left the hospital, rain hit—thunder, lightning, the world dimming fast, visibility gone. Wipers were useless. Highway speed limit’s 120 kph, but with this blur, I capped at 80. This rain, this vibe—more disaster flick than the trip out. I mused, half-amused. The downpour didn’t let up. I glanced at Mochuan—slumped against the seat, head tilted, quiet, maybe asleep. I’d hauled us over…-
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MW CH16
Chapter 16: Want Some Candy? I parked in a random spot and dashed to the emergency hall. Didn’t take long to find Mochuan in the surgical wing. In the treatment room, the bandage from hours ago was off again. A nurse deftly flushed the gash on his arm with disinfectants. The guy who’d been stone-faced when hurt now winced faintly. “Sis, he got cut by a rusty blade—where’s the tetanus shot?” I asked her. “Once it’s stitched, the doc’ll prescribe it. Take the slip to the…-
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MW CH15
Chapter 15: Who Isn’t Tired Living? Mochuan walked ahead alone, me trailing two meters behind. Since leaving Chunna’s, he hadn’t spoken to me or let me help. His wound? Self-treated on the move—wrapping his teal Hetian jade prayer beads around his sleeve, jamming a stick he’d picked up to twist it tight, pressing the bleed. Yellow earth dotted with blood trailed us—dense at first, then spacing out as the makeshift tourniquet worked. “How much farther?” Five minutes in, no clinic…-
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MW CH14
Chapter 14: How Absurd, How Ironic Chunna heard me out, her lips twitching up into a shy smile. Seeing her finally crack one, I stood, beckoning Kun Hongtu along. “Bro, what’re you up to?” He tagged behind obediently. “Watching the show.” I crept to a window on the house’s side, peeking half my face in. Kun Hongtu mimicked me, squatting below, just his eyes poking up. Winter kept the windows shut; voices dulled through glass, but the folks inside were loud enough—no strain…-
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MW CH13
Chapter 13: Know That and Get Lost For a moment, the air seemed to stop moving. The hand under my palm had broad bones, its surface cool like jade—and, just as I’d imagined, not soft at all. “Thanks.” After a brief silence, Mochuan thanked me, then pulled free from my grip. My hand emptied. I clenched it, shoving it into my pocket. The room fell quiet, the mood icing over. “I’m heading to the main hall. When Chuwen’s back, tell him to find me there.” Mochuan stood, heading…-
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MW CH12
Chapter 12: No Thank You? Following the boy’s directions, I reached a shabby little courtyard. Beyond a flimsy excuse for a fence gate sat two squat mud houses—one big, one small. Bright outside, but inside, dark and cold. “Sister Baizhen?” I called from the doorway into the dim interior. The reply came from the smaller house behind me. Smoke curled from its chimney—probably the kitchen. As I headed there, someone stepped out. She looked barely twenty, strikingly beautiful—deep…-
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MW CH11
Chapter 11: Scum Deserve Everyone’s Wrath The clothes Mochuan brought me were casual, carrying a strong, fragrant wood scent—like they’d just been pulled from a camphor chest. He’s taller than me, so the pant legs were long—I folded them up a bit. The sweater, too, hung loose, collar gaping, but a jacket hid it well. Beyond clothes, he handed me a towel and socks—both unopened, brand new. Short of underwear, he’d covered everything—thoughtful as hell. Dressed, I stuffed my…-
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MW CH10
Chapter 10: Feather of God The dock was small, hosting just one weathered wooden boat. A group huddled by it, murmuring—then Mochuan glanced up, spotted me, froze briefly, and strode over. “What are you doing here?” His brow furrowed, voice edged with irritation, like my presence repulsed him. “Just wandering,” I said, peering past him. He stepped to block me, spitting two curt words: “Go back.” I nearly laughed from sheer exasperation. “Can you tell a person from a dog?…-
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MW CH9
Chapter 9: This Isn’t Your Playground The Winter Abundance Festival’s buzz stretched into the night. Normally, once the sun dipped and eight p.m. hit, Pengge fell silent—streets empty, not a soul around. Tonight, though, the village’s biggest square thrummed with song and dance, clinking cups, and chatter. Low tables ringed a bonfire, laden with warming liquor, dried fruit, and sunflower seeds. Cenglu folks clustered in threes and fives—some talking, some drinking. “Here’s to Bai…-
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MW CH8
Chapter 8: A Calm Heart Steadies the Hand With plenty of people still waiting behind me, I didn’t linger long and moved forward. Entry and exit were separate—front gate in, back door out. Beyond the exit stretched a winding path downhill, shaded by sprawling tree canopies. Morning frost clung to the branches in the winter chill, glinting like crystal under the sunlight, turning the trail into a shimmering ribbon. Sipping porridge, I strolled down slowly. Every few meters, a big trash bag sat…-
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