39 Results in the "It’ll Rain Heavily Tomorrow" category
After the Fake Young Master Returned to the Village (128)
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All-Round Mid Laner (226)
Are You Going to Fish Or Not?! (107)
Being Played by a Top Student with 1-Mil Subs Every Day (119)
Cannon Fodder, but Falling in Love at an American School (70)
Daily Life of a Reborn Love-Brain (166)
Double A Law of Attraction (203)
Except for Me, the Entire Kindergarten is Full of Monsters (20)
Fan Fan (105)
Heart Chamber (231)
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He Is Only Good To Me [Rebirth] (134)
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I Can See the Countdown (28)
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Otherworld Game Producer (131)
Overbearing Love (14)
Professional Real Young Master Annual Salary Thirty Million (229)
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Superstar Aspirations (95)
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IRHT CH17
Downstairs in the exhibition hall, Lin Lingyu looked at the bare walls and murmured, "Reduced to such poverty, yet still insisting on running a gallery." Zhang Miao spoke up, "That's not it, Teacher. It's been raining so much lately, so we had all our paintings stored in Gleam's warehouse." "Oh, so that's how it is." Lin Lingyu nodded. Zhang Miao was quite curious about her: "Teacher, have you ever thought about coming back to develop your career domestically?" "That? I've thought about…-
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IRHT CH16
The more Lin Congzhi slept, the more he felt himself sinking downward. He had many dreams—or rather, he couldn't tell which parts were dreams and which were reality. He dreamed that he had never actually stepped off the cruise ship, that he was still in his cabin, with draft sketches and a few pencils scattered across the floor. There had been a period when he painted at night and slept during the day. The cruise ship's restaurant offered 24-hour dining, but late at night, it served mostly alcohol;…-
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IRHT CH15
"..." Xiao Jingwen was left speechless; he no longer needed to say anything. During the silence, he caught sight of the transparent umbrella resting beside Lin Congzhi, a small section of its ribs collapsed, looking barely usable—though if the wind picked up any further, rain would surely leak inside. He wanted to divert the topic: "How did your umbrella break? Let me get you another one." "You're being a bit forced." "Indeed." "So, will I still be able to see Yang Qingzhi?" Lin Congzhi…-
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IRHT CH14
Both sides took a step back and released their hold. "You..." Lin Congzhi gestured somewhat evasively, "your tie." "Oh." Xiao Jingwen pushed the knot of his tie back up, smoothed his collar, and gave the hem of his suit jacket a downward tug. Lin Congzhi also straightened his clothes, let out two coughs, and said, "If... if there's nothing else, then I'll head..." As he spoke, he pointed in a random direction, not even knowing the way back to the exhibition hall—in any case, he couldn't…-
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IRHT CH13
So going to the pier really allows one to get some French fries—would a seagull consider this a gift from nature? Xiao Jingwen cleared his throat and said, "Since that's the case, let's not push it. We can work together another time if the opportunity arises." Zhang Miao nodded and smiled: "Definitely." "By the way," Xiao Jingwen was suddenly curious, "is it convenient to ask what he is painting right now?" Zhang Miao let out an "Oh" and answered: "He is painting a suit of…-
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IRHT CH12
They were like two asteroids colliding in deep space—a scene entirely devoid of sound. Silent and imperceptible, known to no one and noticed by none, save for each other. Yang Qingzhi finally withdrew her gaze completely, pausing for a moment before asking, "Say, Miss Zhang, are Teacher Lin and President Xiao on very close terms?" Zhang Miao smiled smoothly: "They're on good enough terms. After all, wasn't your initial interest in visiting our gallery precisely because we're featured in Gleam's…-
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IRHT CH11
The next morning, when Zhang Miao and Xiao Chen arrived at the gallery, they nearly called the police. How could the place have been picked clean after being away for just three days? Then, the owner of the coffee shop next door chimed in, mentioning it looked like underworld debt collectors had come and swept everything away. Zhang Miao was stunned. Lin Congzhi was equally stunned. He had just walked out holding a cup of water, intending to dry a freshly primed canvas in the sun, only to overhear…-
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IRHT CH10
To be completely honest, Lin Congzhi felt utterly embarrassed, but he had no choice. Without a prior reservation, if he wanted to find a temperature- and humidity-controlled warehouse in the vast city of Yu City that could send people over immediately to help him move his paintings, Xiao Jingwen was the only person he could turn to. Faced with a predicament, Lin Congzhi couldn't possibly let a room full of oil paintings suffer just to preserve a shred of meaningless pride. About two hours later,…-
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IRHT CH1
A storm refused to break, weighing down on the city until it felt stifling and suffocating. When the gallery assistant brought in the coffee and the suit, Lin Congzhi was using white paint to trace highlights onto the canvas. Lin Congzhi stood before his easel holding a palette. It was a large-scale oil painting, and he painted standing up; the canvas rose even taller than he was. He was dressed in a loose, lead-gray hoodie with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with matching gray…-
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