Chi Qingshui: "I... I can do it."
Lin Yu gave Chi Qingshui a meaningful glance, maintaining a faint smile as he nodded.
Then, he turned and left with Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian, walking in the opposite direction.
Lv Rou: "Brother Yu, what do you want to eat? Any restaurant in the Qianda Plaza—just pick, it’s on us."
Lin Yu: "No need to go all out. KFC or McDonald’s is fine."
Wu Chuntian: "It’s no trouble at all! Rou and I will treat you. It’s rare we get to chat like this."
Lin Yu: "Then... thank you in advance."
"..."
The three of them chatted back and forth, leaving Chi Qingshui standing alone where she was.
When Lin Yu reached the end of the hallway, he didn’t forget to turn back and wave goodbye to Chi Qingshui.
Chi Qingshui numbly raised her hand, giving a weak, half-hearted wave.
She stood there, watching until their figures disappeared into the cinema.
Only then did she slowly gather her backpack, lingering in place, lost in thought.
I can do it...
Can I, really?
Alone... can I really do it?
"Haizi, you still haven’t given up? You’re still going after her?"
"Just drop it, man. The president’s heart clearly isn’t with you."
"Damn, Lin Yu’s got some kind of magic. What kind of love potion did he slip these girls?"
"..."
Shi Yanhai had been drowning in despair, his heart already leaning toward giving up.
But then—
After the movie ended, the situation took an unexpected turn.
Lin Yu actually left with Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian!
And from the look on Qingshui’s face, she was clearly heartbroken.
If he stepped up now, condemning Lin Yu’s scummy behavior—
Maybe...
Just maybe, his love life still had a chance to revive!
"Guys, hang around here for a bit. I’m gonna go check on her."
They weren’t far apart to begin with.
Shi Yanhai tossed out those words and quickly made his way to Chi Qingshui.
"Qingshui, Lin Yu... left with them?"
"Are you heading home now? It’s still pouring outside. Do you want to..."
"Maybe grab a drink somewhere first? I can walk you back later?"
Chi Qingshui’s mind was still buzzing, a dull roar filling her thoughts.
She heard Shi Yanhai’s words clearly, but her brain felt disconnected, unable to process their meaning.
She just stood there, silent and motionless.
Shi Yanhai clenched his fists: "..."
Damn it, Lin Yu! How many people has he hurt without even realizing it?
The lively, spirited girl who had walked into the cinema now looked like a ghost of herself.
"Qingshui, how about we walk around for a bit?"
"Stop thinking about Lin Yu! He’s just a scumbag—haven’t you seen his true colors yet?"
"It’s not too late to realize now. At least..."
Shi Yanhai scratched his head, summoning the courage to reach out and place a hand on Chi Qingshui’s shoulder—
But before he could—
"!!!"
A sudden, inexplicable chill shot down his spine.
It was as if, from some unseen corner of the darkness, a predator had locked onto him.
Where?
Where was this fear coming from?
Hadn’t Lin Yu already walked out?
Shi Yanhai had watched him leave with Lv Rou before making his move!
The next moment—
Chi Qingshui’s eyes flickered, her gaze shifting toward the movie screen playing the credits.
On-screen—
Sunlight streaming through the infirmary windows, a gentle breeze.
A young couple sharing a knowing smile.
A question and an answer, neither here nor there.
And then—
A melody so tender it seeped into the heart...
"Don’t blame this love—no time to rehearse again~"
"Time, in its mercy, grants us a second chance~"
"If we meet again, eyes no longer red with tears~"
"Can our cheeks still flush like that hurried year~"
"When we carved promises of forever—so beautiful, yet just a lie..."
Chi Qingshui’s eyes reddened: "Lin... Lin Yu!"
After whispering his name—
She turned and sprinted down the hallway he had taken.
Leaving Shi Yanhai standing alone, utterly bewildered: "..."
......
Just a dozen or so seats, seven or eight steps—
Yet the path stretched endlessly before her, longer than she’d ever imagined.
Finally bursting out of the theater—
Chi Qingshui pushed through the crowd, stumbling forward.
She bumped into exiting viewers, muttering apologies without stopping, charging ahead.
Only when she reached a T-junction in the Qianda Plaza did she halt, hands on her knees, gasping for air.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Three paths.
Leading to three different shopping zones.
And this was the fourth floor—if they had already taken the elevator down—
There’d be no catching up, no finding them...
Plip... plop...
Her emotions surged.
Tears spilled over, unstoppable.
In this moment—
She finally understood her own heart.
Immediately—
She pulled out her phone, opened WeChat.
Scrolled through her chat history with Lin Yu.
A few swipes, and there they were—clear as day:
"Hubby"
"Wifey"
She sniffled, steadied her breathing—
And tapped the "Voice Call" button.
"Ring... ring..."
"Ring... ring..."
Pick up!
Please, pick up!
Is your phone still on silent?!
Please, just answer!
The ringing tone felt like a cruel taunt, twisting her hope into despair.
Her hands turned ice-cold, while her tears burned hotter.
"Click."
Finally—
After an eternity, the call connected.
Chi Qingshui’s eyes lit up again as she clutched the phone, shouting:
"Lin Yu! Don’t go!"
"Hic... Don’t eat with them!"
"Don’t... go..."
"..."
Over and over, her sobs growing louder.
She could only repeat those three words—"Don’t go."
Beyond that—
Her voice choked, unable to form another sentence.
On the other end—
Lin Yu stayed silent for nearly a minute before replying softly:
"Go where?"
"Chi Qingshui... have you finally decided to tell me who you are?"
His voice was calm, clear, and... close?
Chi Qingshui blinked at her phone, processing his words—then whirled around.
Lin Yu stood where she had just run from, smiling as he crooked a finger at her.
In that instant—
Countless memories flashed through her mind.
Every moment they’d shared these past few days.
Lin Yu’s gaze, his actions, his words, his...
Chi Qingshui exhaled, wiping her tears with a self-deprecating laugh.
Then—
She took a step forward.
Toward Lin Yu.
Then another—faster.
Until she was running—
Straight into his arms.
......
(Second update today—more to come later. Thanks for your support! Keep the love coming!)
] 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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
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.”
