“As if I could have whatever I wanted just by wishing for it…”
Liu Yuan muttered under her breath.
Su Qi’s blunt calculations shattered the fragile illusions lingering in her heart.
Sometimes, no matter how beautiful a dream may be, it can’t withstand the harsh constraints of reality.
Her mood plummeted. “So you say barren soil can’t nurture delicate flowers… and that’s why you went to pluck the one atop the highest peak?”
Su Qi hadn’t expected Liu Yuan to fixate so stubbornly on that offhand remark he’d made long ago.
With a sigh, he explained, “We’re really just ordinary friends.”
Yet Liu Yuan gazed at him earnestly. “Su Qi, don’t give up. The gap in status doesn’t mean anything.”
It wasn’t just her admiration for Yun Huang at play.
She was thinking of herself…
And the older brother she’d never met…
He must be like Yun Huang—one of heaven’s chosen, right?
Probably…
Without unshakable confidence, how could someone casually say things like: I once reached heights most people could never achieve in their lifetime, all without even realizing it.
Perhaps what I toss aside without a thought is the masterpiece others would sacrifice everything just to glimpse.
Liu Yuan didn’t even have the courage to entertain such thoughts.
Su Qi, though? He might say something like that. For one, his skin was thick enough. For another, he was just a lousy novelist—though those lines were probably crafted for his protagonist.
In a way… only a true prodigy could utter such words without a hint of shame.
Suddenly…
She felt small.
She wasn’t like those glamorous, sharp-tongued women who turned heads effortlessly. Nor did she have a tall, striking figure…
Her family situation was a mess too…
Cheering Su Qi on felt more like comforting herself.
[Delight +666]
“It’s not like that. The reality is more complicated than you think.”
Su Qi hesitated, wondering if Liu Yuan was the type to gossip.
Maybe not?
But “maybe” wasn’t good enough.
He decided to tweak the truth slightly, offering a vague summary of Yun Huang’s circumstances—
Excessive surveillance became overbearing family rules; world-weariness turned into immense pressure.
“So, you get it now?”
“I get it. All you’re missing now is a motorcycle, Su Qi.”
Deng, huo, an?
Of course, Liu Yuan was only teasing.
She never imagined Yun Huang, idolized by so many peers, had such a hidden side.
But still…
Su Qi really had some nerve…
He wasn’t some reckless delinquent, and Yun Huang wasn’t carrying his child. How could he whisk another family’s daughter out like this without fearing the consequences?
Yet the more she thought, the heavier her heart grew.
What if her long-lost brother was also trapped in a family like that—crushed under the weight of expectations?
So then…
Was she the equivalent of some homewrecking punk?
No way!!!
The two lapsed into silence, each lost in their thoughts.
Even so, the past month had seen them talk more than the entire previous year combined.
It was almost time to head back.
They exited the mall, one after the other, maintaining a distance of about two meters—not too distant, yet not too close.
A faint evening breeze drifted through the square as they wandered aimlessly.
From slightly behind, Su Qi studied Liu Yuan’s profile.
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind. A few strands brushed against her eyes, and she tucked them behind her ear with a delicate motion.
The image lingered in Su Qi’s mind.
Liu Yuan’s beauty was the kind that struck you at first glance.
What made it even more arresting was her tender, youthful charm—like the sweet girl-next-door from those careless childhood days.
Pretty? So what?
Still got teased.
Back then, it all seemed so ordinary.
Only years later did he realize how much had slipped away—not just autumn leaves or winter snow, but also the girl who moved away.
The one who left him with the sharpest pang of regret.
Add to that the perfect evening breeze, the soft glow of the square’s lights, and the hazy moonlight…
Some beauty defies description.
Like the heart of Shangri-La, a paradise untouched by time.
Or the abyssal depths at the northern edge of the world.
Or the unassuming alleyways of a city, where warmth flickers unexpectedly.
Su Qi snapped out of it.
Truth be told, he’d felt a fleeting spark just then.
But a man shouldn’t—no, mustn’t.
He’d let himself get carried away.
“Want to go somewhere else?”
“Mm…”
Su Qi paused, but Liu Yuan’s eyes gave nothing away.
He was puzzled.
“Yun Huang is so pitiful,” Liu Yuan murmured, stopping to gaze at the distant crowd. “She can’t choose her own path—just a puppet for others, with no chance to resist…”
“Compared to her, I’m lucky… Even if I’ve never known warm family ties, or understood that kind of suffocating love… at least no one’s dictating my future…”
“Even if I have no idea what that future holds…”
Su Qi followed her gaze.
Couples strolled hand in hand under the dusky sky, laughing without a care.
He nodded quietly. “Yeah…”
“So, Su Qi… try to spend more time with Yun Huang, okay?” Liu Yuan said softly.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
