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?"
......
"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.
......
......
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
