Game Over, Our Nighttime Whispers (Bonus Update)

Xia Yiwei froze on the spot: "???"

The room buzzed with hushed whispers, and the expressions on everyone's faces could only be described as... priceless.

Lin Yu walked away without another word, leaving no trace of his involvement.

Such petty tricks.

They were all games he'd long since outgrown.

Xia Yiwei stomped her foot in frustration:

"This song... damn it... ugh!!"

She wasn't the type to back down from a challenge.

Having accepted the bet, she had no choice but to down all four glasses.

......

As the rounds progressed,

Though Su Qiu had once harbored deep feelings for Ruan Sitong, he had now let her go.

Snowflakes continued to drift lazily from the sky. Lin Yiyi glanced upward, then, under the bewildered gaze of the security guard, began walking down the hill.

Ever since the princess had told him that day to avoid visiting the palace unnecessarily and to cut off all contact with her...

Yet Lin Yiyi was certain this was her first time meeting this person, yet an inexplicable sense of familiarity nagged at her—though she couldn’t recall why.

"Damn it! That bastard! Tang Xiao! That bastard Tang Xiao, how could he just leave her behind and walk away?!" Tang Doudou's large eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Murong Yanxing helped Mu Yutian into her coat, wrapped a scarf around her, and made sure she was bundled up against the wind before leading her outside.

There was, in fact, one peculiar thing. When she had first approached Yate Chenxi among the Snow Clan, the angelic mark on her wrist had burned hotter, as if warning her. The moment she returned to Solomon, it fell silent—only to flare up again days later, the pain like countless needles tracing the outline of the wings, piercing deep into her wrist.

Lin Yiyi never expected Ning Shixiu to bring her to a rehabilitation center. Was he visiting someone important? But hadn’t all his family already passed away? Could her information be wrong? Though puzzled, she kept her questions to herself.

Sheng Xia’s test results were worse than expected. Beyond the injuries from her loss of control, her vitals were all abnormal—anemia, malnutrition—but the real issue was her long history of drug abuse.

Nearby, Tang Buhuai watched Murong Duoduo with a faint smile, relieved that the matter had finally been resolved.

A complete re-evaluation was impossible. The only option was to subject these award-winning writers to a new "examination."

Yin Lian agreed wholeheartedly with the actor’s perspective, admiring his clear-headed and upright worldview—then promptly crossed his name off the candidate list.

Lin Chuan suddenly picked up speed. If they didn’t locate the tree demon’s true form before the branches snapped entirely, they’d lose their chance. Understanding the urgency, Qinghu and the vulture quickened their pace behind him.

But such heavy artillery was far beyond Fan Chen’s reach. He couldn’t even get his hands on basic ammunition—those things were strictly government-controlled, utterly inaccessible through civilian channels.

Lu Mingyue sighed as if genuinely perplexed by the situation, lamenting the failure of this romance.

But with such limited space in a short script, she knew these few words couldn’t possibly capture the complexity of her emotions. After much deliberation, she decided to spare Yin Changsheng and focus instead on a story about herself and Madam Yin.

"I like you. Is that so wrong?" Leng Zirui chuckled, slinging an arm around his elder brother’s shoulders as they stepped out of the private room.

Su Yao braced herself against the bed, kicked off her high heels, and stepped barefoot onto the flat floor. The plush carpet brushed against her soles as the pain gradually faded.

Hu Qing opened the door with some unease, silently resolving that if the Second Young Master sought intimacy again, she would demand answers—this time, she’d make him explain.