Nice story, would love to read to the end
am loving the book so far
Nice work author! This is great!
I really enjoyed reading this book.... Thanks
I really enjoyed this story!
it is so good up till 18th part
31 chapters 10/9/23
please forbidden blood 2 update on this app
The book is very confusing and seems to contradict itself or be out of order...
What a series, I loved all the books I don’t know why Good Novel haven’t given any accolades to your books
UN-PUT-DOWN-ABLE series,
Great imagination, THANK YOU author
loving the book . is there going to be more? there should be a sequel to this book if its finished .
The dialogue in this chapter is deceptively simple. On the surface it's just people talking—Aunt Wang offering money, Grandma Liu giving advice, Feng Wan spinning lies to Shen Mingzhu. But listen closely and every line reveals character. Aunt Wang's line about not taking the job quota for free because she'd have no face to see Feng Wan's mother—that's not just plot, that's a whole moral code in one sentence. And Grandma Liu calling Feng Wan a "little rascal" when she realizes the girl didn't think to ask for an address? That's affection, not criticism. The narrative voice is also doing heavy lifting here. When Feng Wan lies about helping an old lady to the hospital, the text says: "Having spent so many years as a workhorse in modern society, she could now spin lies effortlessly without even needing to think about what to say." That's not just description, that's commentary on how survival changes you. And the line about Shen Mingzhu's palms sweating holding money for the first time—that's not dialogue, that's narration that feels like dialogue because it's so specific. The clerk at the post office nearly calling for the supervisor when Feng Wan withdraws two thousand yuan? We don't hear the clerk's words, but we hear the implication. The author trusts us to fill in the gaps. Even Feng Wan's casual excuse to Shen Mingzhu—"Oh, I ran into an elderly lady who wasn't feeling well"—has a rhythm that feels exactly like something a quick-thinking eighteen-year-old would say. No theatrical pauses, no dramatic delivery. Just words flowing out because she's practiced at this.