Under The Veil of Night - Chapter 3 New Friend

The new book is out! Meng Yunhan has been reincarnated back to the time of ‘food coupon era’, a time when people struggled with food and clothe shortages. But she is not afraid this time around. Equipped with a ‘cheat code’, she is ready not only to start her own business but also to grab a hold of her stoned-face brother and even support Baozi, her child.Stoned-face brother: “Wife, let’s pack up Baozi and leave!” He claims that having a son who is even clingier to his wife than himself is utterly shameless!“Mommy, let’s get a new daddy!” Baozi suggests. His daddy, a grown man, is still so clingy to mommy. How disgraceful!

It’s said that the prince of virtue had almighty martial arts. It’s said that the prince of virtue had the most handsome appearance in the world. It’s said that the prince of virtue was brilliant. But all was legend! A fire ruined his wonderful appearance and his legs. Even the talented bride under their marriage agreement were replaced furtively. Ye Liu-li was his bad-luck substitutive princess. She went a long way to graduate from Medical University and had her internship with pain and joy. Who knew that in order to save a suicide patient, she fell off the building and crossed time into a “chessman” of prime minister. She had also been married to the disabled prince replacing her elder sister. On the wedding night, when most other couples were having their romantic night, she was thrilled. It didn’t matter. Revenge never came too late. She would never let go of any of them who entrapped her or harmed her.

Anger. Pain. Desolation.

In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.

In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers.

Fishing is an art.

There is an ancient saying: If you can’t fish, you might as well be bait.