"Looking forward to a future with you..."
"I'm looking forward to it too..."
"Shu Ning, I was just mentioning the title of the composition you wrote."
"Brother, I was talking about my feelings."
"Shu Ning... wait two months... let's come back here in two months."
"By then, I want to give you a gift and tell you things I’ve always wanted to say."
"Would that be alright?"
"I’d love that."
"You’d love..."
"No."
Gu Luo sat on the curb, staring blankly at the passing cars and pedestrians, his mind replaying the scene from a month ago when he and Shu Ning had shared a snowy mooncake.
Their relationship had officially begun with—
Would that be alright? I’d love that.
And now it was—
You’d love...? No.
Even now, Gu Luo refused to believe the harsh words Shu Ning had spoken were genuine.
Because those scalding tears—they couldn’t have been fake.
But right now, he didn’t have the energy to dwell on the reasons behind it all.
Even if Shu Ning had no choice, even if she had unspeakable reasons—
The hurt was still hurt.
The gift he had painstakingly prepared for over a month had been carelessly tossed aside.
Gu Luo didn’t bother going back to look for it. He didn’t even want to.
Everything—absolutely everything—left him utterly exhausted.
Time slipped away, second by second.
The sunset had long been swallowed by the ink of night.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, over and over, but Gu Luo acted as if he hadn’t heard, still sitting dazed on the street.
He didn’t want to think.
He refused to think.
Is this what heartbreak feels like?
At school, he was hailed as Gu the Prodigy, surrounded by countless admirers.
Yet in the end, his very first confession had ended in failure.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when a faint sound finally reached his ears.
The swish of velvet brushing against the pavement, a delicate friction.
A girl in ten-centimeter black stilettos took measured steps, as if each one marked the passage of time.
Her black dress clung to her waist and hips, outlining a graceful silhouette—as if she had draped a piece of the night sky over herself.
A subtle scent of cedar drifted around her, its base notes laced with a hint of sweet rose.
Only when those diamond-studded heels came to a stop before him did Gu Luo finally lift his gaze—
The gemstone necklace at her throat gleamed against the hollow of her collarbone, her silver earrings catching the light with an ethereal shimmer. Even the shadow cast by her lashes carried an innate elegance.
Gu Luo was stunned into silence.
Confusion, awe, and something indescribably complicated swirled inside him.
Luo Shuhe hooked a finger under her skirt, letting the velvet fabric graze the grass-stained ground.
With an effortless flick, she smoothed the wrinkles at her hips, treating the expensive dress as casually as if it were a simple cotton frock.
Then she sat down beside Gu Luo.
Silent.
Neither spoke, the only sounds the distant hum of traffic and the occasional footsteps of passersby.
Time stretched on until—
A low engine roar shattered the quiet.
A sleek black luxury car, like a lurking panther, pulled up smoothly in front of them.
Luo Shuhe rose gracefully, her slender fingers curling around the door handle with the poise of a noblewoman from centuries past.
Gathering her skirt, she dipped into a slight curtsy, her emerald earrings swaying gently with the motion. The shadow of her lashes trembled with a soft smile.
"Brother, please get in."
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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?!
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)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
