A World of Cultivation I Possess - Chapter 18 – Orient Loong Carp

When her heart stopped, fireworks lit up his wedding.Tiana Linden was coughing up blood as she pushed her daughter Daisy in front of Aiden Grant to entrust her to him,he was trying on a wedding ring for Vivian Linden.“Daddy...” Daisy was just about to speak and was pushed aside.Aiden Grant tore up the paternity test with a cold laugh: “The daughter of a scammer, does she really deserve to enter the Grant Family?”He didn’t know that Daisy was deaf in her left ear and couldn't stand the harsh yelling,nor did he know that the critical illness notice in Tiana Linden’s bag read — terminal lung cancer.When Daisy had a high fever of 40°C and begged him to save her mom,Aiden Grant told the bodyguard to throw her into the stormy rain: “Don't learn to play the sympathy card like your mom!”While Tiana Linden crawled to pick up the scattered painkillers, there was only one belief in her mind.“Daisy can't live without a mother. She has to survive.”As the wedding march played, Aiden Grant rushed into the hospital room as if he were mad.He desperately pressed the defibrillator: “Tiana Linden! Do you think pretending to be dead will absolve you of guilt!”As the monitor's alarm sounded, declaring Tiana Linden’s death, he panicked at that moment...Later, many saw the president of the Grant Company kneeling in a garden filled with eustoma, crying bitterly:“The eustoma I planted has bloomed...Tiana, I miss you so much...”

The youthful Qin Ye was born almost a century ago, but thanks to immortality granted to him by the ‘fungus of aeons’ he can pass for a high schooler.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.