"Tap, tap, tap—"
The rain seemed to grow heavier.
Ye Shuang's mind was blank as he instinctively held the light, fragile body in his arms.
A ringing echoed in his ears.
[Character: An Shiyu
Congenital heart disease, cardiac arrest, near death]
His lips parted, but no words came out. Ye Shuang numbly brushed his fingers against An Shiyu’s forehead, and upon feeling her body gradually turning cold, he immediately fumbled for his phone to call emergency services.
Wasn’t she getting better?
What exactly happened…
"Stay calm, stay calm… Her heart stopped. Right, first aid…" Ye Shuang took a deep breath and laid An Shiyu on the ground, starting chest compressions.
He pressed down hard on her chest, then shook her shoulders and shouted near her ear,
"An Shiyu… don’t fall asleep!"
"An Shiyu!"
"Aren’t you the invincible ninja?! Wake up, An Shiyu!"
"Don’t just give up like this—you’re still so young!"
"Please… open your eyes, okay?"
Ye Shuang continued CPR, but An Shiyu showed no response, as if she had simply drifted into a deep slumber.
Just then, the Ferris wheel finally descended.
"Someone, help! Someone fainted!" Ye Shuang shouted urgently toward the exit, but what greeted his eyes was an ambulance with flashing lights—and a girl who looked exactly like An Shiyu.
Her eyes lowered as she gazed at the figure on the ground, as if she had expected this all along.
"Let’s go."
Several people in white coats approached and lifted An Shiyu onto a stretcher.
By the time they reached the hospital, Ye Shuang sat numbly on a chair in the hallway.
"You… are you An Shiyu’s sister? Or her twin?" Ye Shuang asked the girl beside him.
"I am An Shiyu. Starting today, there will only be one An Shiyu left in this world… probably." Her voice was lazy, yet laced with something unreadable.
Ye Shuang had countless questions, but as he stared at the glowing "Surgery in Progress" sign in the distance, a sense of helplessness washed over him.
It felt like there was nothing he could do.
"Haah…" Ye Shuang rubbed his face, trying to steady himself, when hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
He looked up and saw a familiar old man.
Anshi Yilang.
"What’s happening to my little fish?! What’s going on?!" His voice trembled with barely restrained emotion.
"Mr. Anshi, please keep your voice down. The surgery is still ongoing."
At the mention of surgery, Anshi Yilang clenched his fists and forced himself to stay quiet. His gaze then fell on Ye Shuang and the other girl sitting nearby.
"You two…"
"There’s still a chance. Won’t you reconsider?" the girl spoke, her tone indecipherable.
Anshi Yilang: "…"
He sat down, his usual strong demeanor crumbling into disarray.
"Please, protect my child… please…" The lifelong atheist pressed his hands together, praying to the blank hospital wall.
Night deepened.
Outside, the rain grew louder, its chaotic rhythm mirroring the unrest in everyone’s hearts.
Then, the surgery light dimmed.
A doctor in a white coat stepped out, followed by a stretcher carrying the motionless girl.
"How is my little fish?!"
"Mr. Anshi… I’m so sorry."
Anshi Yilang erupted. "What do you mean, SORRY?!!!"
"I spent fortunes on research, on keeping you all employed—all I wanted was for my granddaughter to be healthy! Was that too much to ask?!!!"
"Mr. Anshi, we truly did everything we could. Miss An Shiyu still has a little time left… Please spend these final moments with her." The doctor’s voice was gentle, but the verdict was absolute.
"Old Man Anshi, calm down—"
"DAMN IT!!!!"
……
……
"Beep… beep…"
A faint line flickered weakly on the monitor.
An Shiyu lay on the hospital bed, awaiting her final moments.
Thanks to a powerful experimental drug, her vitals were artificially sustained—a pseudo-death state, not true death, but a sleep from which she would never wake.
According to the doctor, the line could flatline tomorrow… or in the next minute.
She looked so pale, so fragile, like a bubble on the verge of popping.
Ye Shuang and the others stood silently by her side.
Anshi Yilang, his eyes red, clutched his granddaughter’s small hand, whispering prayers for a miracle.
He had imagined this day countless times in his mind, yet when it finally arrived, he was powerless against the storm of grief.
Ye Shuang: "…"
"Here. Take this." The girl beside him suddenly handed over a small notebook.
"What is this…?"
"Who knows."
It was a palm-sized booklet, similar to the ones Bai Yuyou often used to communicate.
Flipping through, Ye Shuang found most pages blank—except for the first one.
[Wish List]
1. (Crossed out) Eat tomatoes
2. (Crossed out) Go hiking
3. (Crossed out) Visit an amusement park
Each wish had a few words scribbled out before it. Peering closer, Ye Shuang realized the erased text read:
[With Uncle]
Ye Shuang: "…"
With… me?
"She was a coward. She knew she was dying, so she never dared to show her true feelings," the girl said flatly. Then, as if her task was complete, she turned and left the room.
Ye Shuang gripped the notebook, his heart in turmoil.
Yeah… he should’ve realized it sooner.
His gaze returned to the girl on the bed.
But no matter what he wanted to say now, she would never hear it.
[Would you… be willing to pay the price?]
A faint prompt appeared, freezing Ye Shuang’s expression. Slowly, he reached out.
[Would you… be willing to pay the price?]
"I would."
[Exchange one-fourth of your memories for the ability to enter other timelines an unlimited number of times—valid for one day only.]
"Memories…?" Ye Shuang hesitated. But even if he entered another timeline, could he really save her?
Creating a new timeline wouldn’t change their future here.
Yet, in the next second, his eyes locked onto the words "unlimited number of times," and his breathing grew ragged.
Unlimited…
If it truly meant unlimited attempts…
If his theory was correct, if there was even a sliver of hope…
Then maybe…
"I’ll pay the price!"
[Please select the relevant memories.]
Ye Shuang paused, her gaze settling on the final option.
"I offer all my memories of Zhao Mengyao as the exchange!"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
