Gu Ximan ran all the way back to her room.
She closed the door and carelessly tossed the stack of cash in her arms onto the floor.
Tears instantly streamed down her face.
Sliding down against the door, she curled her knees to her chest and buried her flushed cheeks between them—the delicate skin still tingled with the lingering warmth of Gu Luo’s touch.
Her shoulders trembled violently, causing the panda charm on her crossbody bag to sway gently, as if silently sobbing along with her.
She had braced herself for this moment.
But when she learned that Gu Luo had really confessed his feelings to Luo Shuning, the pain was unbearable.
It hurt.
Like a piece of flesh had been carved out of her.
Gu Luo was the softest, most vulnerable part of her heart.
Ever since she toddled behind him in split pants, calling him "brother," he had been woven into every fiber of her life.
And now, that piece of her heart was beating wildly for another girl.
But when she thought about it, it made sense.
Shuning was beautiful—flawless figure, charming personality, top grades, wealthy family, talented in everything from music to calligraphy, the epitome of grace.
And her? Clumsy-minded, frail, constantly falling ill, only attending Guangya Academy thanks to Aunt Luo’s connections, always causing trouble for Gu Luo with her spoiled antics.
There was no comparison.
None at all.
Aside from having a fuller chest, she was no match for Shuning in any way.
Not just Shuning—Shu He, Shuling, Xuexue… she couldn’t compete with any of them.
The more she thought, the more her heart ached with humiliation and self-loathing.
After crying for what felt like an eternity, she finally wiped her tears and dialed Shuning’s number.
If anyone made Gu Luo suffer, she’d bite back.
Even if Shuning rejecting him was technically good for her.
Even if turning someone down was well within their rights.
None of that mattered.
She had big breasts—she could afford to be irrational.
She didn’t care about right or wrong, only about the person, not the situation.
The call connected.
Gu Ximan had intended to demand furiously, "How dare you reject my brother?!" But when she opened her mouth, her voice came out low and broken:
"Why… did you reject him?"
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"Where…"
"Why isn’t it…"
Luo Shuning crouched low, tears falling as she searched the area for hours.
She remembered throwing it in this direction.
That thick envelope—how could it just vanish?
It didn’t make sense.
It shouldn’t be gone.
Her hands were caked in dirt, crisscrossed with small cuts that oozed blood. The knees beneath her dress were scraped raw, each movement sending sharp jolts of pain through her.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, her body covered in grime and bruises from repeated falls.
She hadn’t slept all night, her emotions had shattered too many times, and her body was on the verge of collapse.
The only thing keeping her going was sheer willpower.
That envelope held the last remnants of her memories with Gu Luo.
If it was lost, all that remained between them would be that cruel, humiliating rejection—not even a trace of their past left behind.
But perhaps this was karma.
She had stolen a memory; now she had to lose one in return.
Time slipped away.
The sun dipped below the horizon.
From afternoon until night, Luo Shuning kept searching.
Relentlessly.
Flicking on her phone’s flashlight.
Digging through the dirt.
Ignoring the fresh cuts on her hands.
Ignoring the new wounds littering her body.
Like a madwoman, she pushed past exhaustion.
Several times, she nearly fainted.
Each time, she gritted her teeth and forced herself up.
She couldn’t lose it.
She had to find it.
By now, her tears had dried up, her eyes dull and lifeless.
That envelope felt like a metaphor for what had happened between them.
Gone. Shattered.
Beyond repair.
The cruel words she’d spat at him were unforgivable. There was no going back.
Then, after what felt like an eternity—
Her phone rang again.
Caller ID: Little Man.
Luo Shuning answered, and in that instant, the last of her strength drained away. Her knees buckled, sending her collapsing onto a pile of jagged rocks.
A fresh gash split open on her pale calf.
Gu Ximan’s voice, thick with suppressed fury, came through the line:
"Why… did you reject my brother?"
Hearing this, Luo Shuning’s hand went limp.
The phone clattered to the ground.
Not far away, bathed in twilight, Luo Shuling watched the scene unfold with a heavy sigh, her expression unreadable.
Punishment was one thing.
But she had to ensure Shuning’s safety first.
Some wounds cut far deeper than the blood they drew.
......
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
