"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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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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?!
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?"
