Fang Zhaodi had never been treated well by her family since she was little, and the reason was evident from her name—the Fang family favored boys over girls.
She suffered countless hardships as a child, so many that even a diary couldn’t contain them all. The diary itself was a gift from a teacher who took pity on her. To Fang Zhaodi, this notebook was precious, especially since, just a year later, her family stopped letting her go to school after her younger brother was born. She could only pour everything on her mind into this little diary.
Today, my mother hit me with a rattan cane. It hurt a lot.
Because I didn’t check on my brother in time when he cried while I was feeding the pigs, my grandmother cursed at me for an hour.
Dad came home and bought my brother cute little clothes. I wanted to take a look, but he yelled at me, saying my hands were dirty.
Xiao Hu next door falsely accused me of stealing candy, but I had only picked up a few candy wrappers—they were shiny and beautiful. My mother, without asking what really happened, beat me with the stick she uses for herding pigs.
This page even has bloodstains on it.
She had heard that when she was born, her family wanted to drown her, but her grandmother rushed over in time to save her life.
Fang Zhaodi didn’t understand why she had to endure all this, but she had gotten used to it. Her small figure had long shouldered the household chores. While other village kids laughed on their way to school, she had to gather pig feed; when they carried their backpacks home, she hauled firewood back.
She thought life would always be like this, until a handsome boy from the city changed everything.
He looked at her with curiosity, told her many new things about the outside world, filling Fang Zhaodi with longing. But her daydreaming made her slack off on work, and when she got home, her mother beat her again.
The boy’s name was Gao Xiang. He had come to the countryside with his teacher to find inspiration. He often showed her his paintings, and Fang Zhaodi looked at him with pure admiration.
Gao Xiang was kind to her—whether out of sympathy or fondness, she didn’t know. He once said her eyes were beautiful, like stars in the sky. That made Fang Zhaodi shy, and she thought to herself how well-spoken city boys were.
Gradually, she developed strange feelings for Gao Xiang, but she knew he would leave eventually, so she could only suppress her emotions deep in her heart.
Soon, Gao Xiang left. Because her younger brother played a trick on her, Fang Zhaodi missed seeing him one last time, which left her disheartened. But a surprise came: Gao Xiang had someone deliver a painting to her. It was a portrait of her, and on the back, he had written his address.
Fang Zhaodi loved that painting. She looked at it almost every day, until her mischievous younger brother, Fang Tianqi, scribbled all over her face in it, making her look like a ghost while she was out working.
Fang Zhaodi got angry and spanked Fang Tianqi’s bottom. In response, he cried and tattled to their parents. That day, she suffered a brutal beating. Her father stayed silent as usual, her mother was furious, and her grandparents stood by, cheering her mother on.
She felt like a circus bear.
This time, she was beaten black and blue. The pain kept her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. But because of that, she overheard her parents talking. They were discussing marrying her off. This filled Fang Zhaodi with deep fear. She was only sixteen, didn’t want to get married, and longed to see the outside world.
That was when she first thought of running away from home.
Two days later, under the pretense of gathering firewood on the mountain, she secretly took a hundred yuan from her mother, put on her best clothes, and slipped away.
Fang Zhaodi was lucky enough to meet someone willing to give her a ride. But when she finally stood at the bustling train station, she felt lost and didn’t know what to do.
She bought a train ticket to the city where Gao Xiang lived.
But she didn’t go to find him. She knew she would scare him with the way she looked. She noticed a sign recruiting workers and went over, only to end up climbing into a human trafficker’s van.
What followed was the despair every trafficked woman experiences. She was imprisoned, beaten, and violated, but Fang Zhaodi didn’t give in. Perhaps her perseverance moved the heavens. When a truck came to buy grain in the village, she seized the chance to sneak into its cargo bed. Even when she could barely breathe, she didn’t dare move, terrified of being discovered.
She managed to escape.
Fang Zhaodi didn’t know what it meant to report to the police, so she didn’t go to a station. Instead, she begged her way back. Luckily, a restaurant owner took pity on her and let her do odd jobs, giving her some stability.
But fate began to toy with her again. One night, the drunk restaurant owner pushed open her dormitory door and forced himself on her. This was seen by the owner’s wife, who rushed over. The wife, hysterical, grabbed her hair and called her shameless.
Fang Zhaodi was kicked out again. But as she left, the owner, trying to buy her silence, secretly slipped her a thousand yuan. That money gave Fang Zhaodi an idea.
It wasn’t a good idea.
But it was all she could do.
The next time she saw that boy from her memory was at a nightclub. She lined up with the other girls, walking inside to wink at the customers. In the dim light, she spotted a face she recognized.
Fang Zhaodi panicked and ran away, but Gao Xiang, stunned, chased after her.
He demanded why she was doing this work, then hugged her with pity.
Fang Zhaodi thought she had found happiness. But her family found her and gave her news: her father was seriously ill and on the verge of death.
She couldn’t let go of her family. After telling Gao Xiang, she decided to go home, and Gao Xiang said he would go with her, joking that he wanted to meet his future in-laws.
But Fang Zhaodi never expected that her father’s illness was a lie. The moment she stepped through the door, her family restrained her. In the struggle, she learned that her brother had gotten his girlfriend pregnant, and her family demanded a twenty-thousand-yuan bride price. Her parents had sold her for that same amount to a lame old man from a neighboring village.
Gao Xiang tried to stop them, but the Fang family beat him and threatened him never to return. Gao Xiang was helpless; he didn’t have the money, and even if he did, he wouldn’t give it to the Fang family.
To get the money quickly, the Fang family tied Fang Zhaodi up and sent her to the neighboring village the next day. The lame man’s eyes lit up when he saw her, but Fang Zhaodi had hidden a pair of scissors in her clothes. When he made a move, she pulled them out and threatened him, keeping him at bay for the night. The man grumbled about demanding his money back and limped over to the Fang family early the next morning. Fang Zhaodi took this chance to escape once again.
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] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
