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But this time its more complicated than it seems.
"We can't really spare her from her work on unmanned projects, they also need her input, and the manned rockets won't be leaving for a while, so if you really want that, we can wait to talk about it when the opportunity comes, alright?" That is bullshit, I wanted to say. But it was not my place to talk here, yet.
Pohon yang tebalnya sekitar setengah tinggi badanku tumbang dengan suara yang membisingkan telinga.
"Open Voice chat : Jese Ravetzky"
Sungguh mencengangkan ia menyimpan lima puluh brocah di kediamannya.
I nod at him as I stand up from my seat and started head towards the exit. It starting to become crowded because of the many people that are departing the train. It was suffocating and cramp. Through all the commotion, I felt a hand grab my wrist and dragged me through the ocean of people and out the exit door.
While resting and enjoying her new found discovery, which was she named "Durange". Red found something odd about the place. After walking for several hours after she woken-up, she haven't saw any animals yet. The birds and other insects like spider that is supposed to be dangling everywhere and tweeting are surprisingly didn't exist. There are also no new sprouted plant despite the fact that the area was surrounded by giants trees. Ferns and other small plants which was you can found regularly clinging in every trees was also nowhere to be found. The place was literally empty, well except for the giant trees and the the ground which was covered by dry leaves.
He went to his apartment and opened the door of an apartment, it was neither too big nor too small, nor so humble, it was a bit comfortable; and its design was not so bad, the colors were of a clear range so that the light will contrast well, and it would be difficult that there was more natural light inside.
"Something comfortable," Branch said shortly, grabbing the one on the left and pulling the grey, long sleeved shirt over his head. The brightness of his skin was making him feel strange and awkward like he was wearing someone else's body… He already missed his dark hue he'd grown so accustomed to, so the neutral grey in the shirt gave him a handful of comfort.
Find out who Tsumiki is at the next chapter.
The stakes in this novel are deceptively simple on the surface but deeply complex underneath. On one level, it's a romance—will Han Qingmo and Yanchu marry? Will they be happy? But the real conflict is about transformation, about finding yourself in the arms of someone who sees you truly. Yanchu's internal conflict is the primary tension. She's spent twenty years being quiet, submissive, keeping her head down. Now she's found someone who makes her want to be vibrant, to laugh, to stamp her foot and demand attention. But can she sustain this new self? Will the old fears return? The author makes us care deeply about this question because we've seen her transformation firsthand. Han Qingmo's conflict is equally compelling. He's a man with a 'reputation isn't exactly great,' from a 'prestigious family background,' engaged to a girl who's nothing like he expected. His internal struggle is between his cold exterior and the warmth he's finding. Can he be soft? Can he smile? Can he love without losing himself? The external conflict comes from Yannuo's protection. She's threatening Han Qingmo with a bowl of medicine, warning him not to let Yanchu suffer. But underneath that threat is genuine fear—fear that her sister will be hurt, that the gap between them is too wide, that his reputation will taint her happiness. This creates tension because we know Yannuo is right to be protective, but we also know Han Qingmo is changing. Xiang Yang's conflict is comedic but real. He's pursuing Yannuo, who seems indifferent. Will she ever see him as more than a persistent suitor? The Matsutake prayer scene is hilarious, but it's also heartbreaking—this man willing to beg fungi for love shows the vulnerability underneath his bright exterior. The family conflict is subtle but present. The He siblings have their own dynamics, their own histories. Yancheng and Yanhua going up the mountain at dawn, coming back with baskets of mushrooms—it's not just plot, it's family bonding, it's love shown through action. The question is whether this family can accept Han Qingmo, whether he can become part of it. The cultural conflict between mountain life and capital life adds another layer. Han Qingmo is shocked by the value of Jizong mushrooms—'Where we're from, this basket would be worth half a month's salary.' But Yanchu's casual response about feeding them to pigs shows a different relationship with wealth, with value, with nature. Can these two worlds merge? Can these two people find common ground? The physical conflict of Han Qingmo's injury creates urgency. He's recovering, but can he walk? Can he marry? Can he protect the woman he's falling for? The stakes are real—his leg is weak, his wound is healing but not healed, his future is uncertain. The emotional stakes are highest in the moments of transformation. Yanchu stamping her foot and saying 'They didn't wait for me!' in a tone the 'timid old Xiaochu would never have used.' This is her claiming her new self, her new voice, her new life. The stakes are her happiness, her authenticity, her future. The author maintains tension through small moments rather than grand drama. Yannuo's blunt threats, Han Qingmo's internal grumbling, Xiang Yang's comedic suffering, Yanchu's playful bickering—all of these create a web of conflict that's deeply engaging because it's real, because it's human, because it's about love and family and finding your place in the world. The stakes will only rise as the wedding approaches, as Han Qingmo's family learns of the engagement, as Yanchu's transformation is tested. But for now, in this courtyard under the pomegranate tree, the conflict is gentle, the stakes are personal, and the outcome feels both uncertain and inevitable.