My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

As they approached the peach blossom forest, a gentle breeze whisked thousands of pink petals off the branches, showering over people, each carrying a whisper of fragrance. It was as if they had wandered into a heavenly scene, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Xanthea reached out to catch a falling petal, “Orion, why are there so many peach trees here? Did you have them planted?”

“No,” replied Orion, “This area used to be a natural scenic reserve full of all sorts of flora. But later, for land auction purposes, the environmental authority had most of them cut down, leaving only this fringe of peach woods.”

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His voice was low, almost a whisper. Xanthea didn’t hear clearly at first. It took her a while to understand, and then she laughed, “How could it? That was such an extravagant, childish fantasy. Not even TV dramas would film it. It was just a kid’s silly dream.”

At Horizon Ventures Ltd., in the Cherry Zone.

“Could the golf club in Mr. Nightshade’s hands be the legendary Simon West wooden metal head putter?” one asked.

“That’s the treasure of Horizon Ventures Ltd. I heard it’s now worth around 30 to 40 million dollars!”

“It’s truly a sight to behold. To witness a guest play with such an expensive club in our lifetime, we are grateful to the young master for this opportunity.”

Several caddies surrounded Samuel, all singing his praises.

Samuel looked at several balls go into the holes in succession, playing with the club in his hand with pleasure. Crafted personally by Simon, it was unique and almost divinely helpful in play.

It was too good an opportunity not to show off.

He snapped a photo, posted it on Facebook, and tagged Xanthea in his regular manner, and for once set the viewing permissions to allow sharing by everyone.

“Ding-

eup room.

At the seventh floor of Starlight Media, in the makeup

Isabella was sitting with her eyes closed, quietly cooperating with her makeup artist when her “specific friends” notification suddenly rang.

She picked up her phone in confusion, and upon clicking into Facebook and seeing that special noteication, she jumped up excitedly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“It’s him!”

“It really is him!!”

The makeup artist, startled by her sudden movement, accidentally smudged her lipstick. “Isabella, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“His Facebook is open to me, does that mean something? It must mean something, right?”

Clutching her phone, Isabella paced back and forth in the makeup room, too excited to speak coherently.

A year ago, she had added him through a work acquaintance, sent him many polite greetings, but never got a response. All her messages went unanswered, and on Facebook, she was blocked the moment she was added as a friend.

This was the first post she had seen from him in over three hundred days. Was it deliberately posted for her to see?

After all her hard work, standing on ever greater stages, she had finally caught his attention!

“Wendy, tell Jason to cancel today’s cosmetics ad event. I have some personal matters to attend to.”