t would be tough for you."Wang Ming stretched out her hand and gently stroked Su Cen's face; her palm was icy cold, causing him to pause slightly. "The mall’s profits every month will be credited to y....On rainy days, girls might read Pai Yang’s essays, Li Ao’s prose, or Xishi Mu’s poetry collections, while boys kept novels by Jin Yong or The Count of Monte Cristo in their desks.The whole classroom...