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  1. How Lucky I Am to Meet You He JianfangModern Romance177k Wordscompleted We met when we were young. She was a helpless little girl whose parents were divorced and had no home to seek refuge with relatives. He was a high-spirited freshman in the military academy. Reunited seven years later, he has forgotten her appearance and no longer recognizes her in the crowd. Will this reunion be a trick of fate, or is it the beginning of romance? 97Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Write the De Dao Jing at the Beginning, and the Dao Practice Will Increase by 10,000 Years. JianfangUrban222k Wordsongoing Husband chasing style + magic weapon battle + cave sky secret realm + online games + road brushing + treasure digging + resource theft + spiritual stone mining + treasure hunting in the wild! When the Dragon Kingdom was first established, its luck was still weak, but its martial arts level was only stuck at level 89? Who is secretly eating away at the destiny of the Dragon Kingdom? Monster? Ghost? Or a superior god and demon? From the moment Zhang Wuhan knew that the national destiny had direc 4Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. Why Grow Up (U. S. A.) Written by Susan Neiman; Translated by Liu Jianfang; Edited by Liu Liangjiancompleted This can be the hardest time of your life. Because for the first time your own choices are at the forefront. You are under tremendous pressure to make the right choice: this major, this job, this relationship will all affect your future destiny. It would take another ten years to realize that no mistake is irreparable. In the context of the Enlightenment tradition, the well-known philosopher Susan Neiman reflects on growth and responsibility, conformity and personal freedom, asking "can philosop —Reads8.9Score—Shelves
  4. A New Life, Free and Unrestrained He Jianfangongoing After Han Lin finished her college entrance examination, she accompanied her mother to a temple to offer incense and learned a few words of wisdom from the abbot of the temple. The old monk gently twisted the beads and looked through the lingering incense mist: "Two lines are intertwined in the palm of the donor's hand. One line holds the clear brilliance of the temple, but it hides the flowers and moon in the mirror; the other line holds the fireworks in the market, undercurrents of stormy wave —Reads—Score—Shelves