Chen Qingtian vaguely heard a familiar name and looked up, freezing instantly.
Countless memories flooded her mind.
"Sis, you have to say yes when I confess to you, or I’ll be heartbroken. You promised you’d take care of me."
"Sis, don’t you want me anymore? I really don’t know why it turned out like this. I’ve cleaned myself up—please don’t leave me, okay?"
Tears welled up in Chen Qingtian’s eyes. She hated this man, but she also remembered him.
Perhaps it was time to say "long time no see"—a belated, imperfect closure for her younger self.
She stood up and walked over to Fang Buxia, extending a hand. "Long time no see."
Fang Buxia finally realized this wasn’t a hallucination. His eyes widened, and he stumbled back three steps before collapsing to the ground.
"I’m not dirty, I’m not dirty…" he muttered before turning and running away, leaving Chen Qingtian with only his retreating figure.
Chen Qingtian stared blankly into the air. "What did he just say…?"
After all these years, the obsession still lingered. Could it be…?
"Hey, where are you going?"
She chased after him but quickly realized she was far too drunk—her steps grew unsteady, and soon, she collapsed.
The old man at the bar was terrified and immediately called 120.
An unknown amount of time later, Fang Buxia returned, freshly washed.
"I’m clean now, sis…"
But all he saw was an empty bar, with only the old man inside.
"Grandpa Boss, where’s Qingtian-jie?"
The old man gave him a strange look before answering, "She’s at the hospital. She drank too much."
Hearing that Chen Qingtian had been hospitalized, Fang Buxia froze, then grew intensely worried.
He took a taxi to the hospital but didn’t go inside—just stood silently outside before quietly leaving.
"Qingtian-jie probably doesn’t want to see me. She’d be disgusted, right?"
"I’m filthy."
When Chen Qingtian woke up, the first person she saw was Lin Ran.
"Cousin? Why are you in my house? Where am I?"
Lin Ran wore an exasperated expression.
"I—seriously, what were you thinking, drinking yourself into a coma in the middle of the night? You think you’re Li Qingzhao? Do you have any idea how much you’ve messed up my plans? Yao Yao’s in the next room, and I had to come check on you instead."
Chen Qingtian recalled the events of last night, feeling like it was all a dream. "Who asked you to come?"
Lin Ran was speechless.
"The ambulance brought you here. You were mumbling not to contact your family, so Dean Yi had no choice but to call me. You’re such a handful."
Chen Qingtian didn’t respond, lost in memories of the previous night.
"What’s going on with you?"
Chen Qingtian: "Cousin, can you help me look into something? Or rather, a person—a guy named Fang Buxia."
Lin Ran studied her expression and realized this person meant a lot to her.
"What’s so special about him?"
"He… might be the one I’ve never been able to let go of."
Chen Qingtian then told Lin Ran about her past—though calling it a "romance" would be generous, since nothing had ever officially started between them.
Lin Ran, however, didn’t see it that way.
Who said two people had to confess to each other for it to count?
He and Luo Yao had been together since they were kids.
Still, he wouldn’t judge someone else’s feelings, especially without seeing the full picture.
"Fine, I’ll have Uncle Fu look into it. You can contact him directly."
"Thank you."
Fang Buxia couldn’t resist returning to the hospital.
He remembered that Chen Qingtian had said "long time no see" to him yesterday—and he hadn’t responded.
How could he ignore her words?
So early the next morning, freshly cleaned, he went back to the hospital.
After asking around, he learned Chen Qingtian was in the VIP ward, and his heart sank.
The gap between them had only widened. Chen Qingtian could afford the best care at Yi Family Hospital—she must be doing well. Meanwhile, he was still the same ordinary student he’d always been.
When he reached the VIP floor, he braced himself—only to see Chen Qingtian walking out of her room with another handsome young man.
Fang Buxia didn’t follow the news much these days, living a reclusive life, so he didn’t recognize Lin Ran.
He’d heard the name before but had no idea what he looked like or what he did.
He watched as the guy frowned at Chen Qingtian and said, "Getting hospitalized from drinking is one thing, but trying to check out right after getting stitches? You’re unbelievable…"
Chen Qingtian smiled her usual bright smile. "I know my limits, I’ll be fine. Don’t forget what I asked you."
"Relax, I’ve already got someone on it."
The guy sighed in resignation before they parted ways.
As Chen Qingtian turned the corner, Fang Buxia ducked into the emergency stairwell.
He couldn’t face her now.
She already had a boyfriend—what right did he have to reappear?
Besides, he was tainted. She wouldn’t want to see him.
After a while, he heard the elevator descend and stepped out of the stairwell, staring blankly at the empty hallway.
"Maybe I really shouldn’t have come back."
Fear took hold, and he thought of running again.
Over the past three years, he’d considered returning—just to catch a glimpse of her from afar.
But he never dared.
Chen Qingtian had grown busier, spending less time in the capital, so he’d watch her on big screens instead.
Eventually, he stopped even that. Every time he saw her face, he’d lose himself in delusions.
Dreams of her by his side, saying the things she used to say.
Dreams of her giving him gifts, kissing him, marrying him.
The Chen Qingtian of the past had fulfilled every fantasy he’d ever had about love, and the Chen Qingtian in his dreams remained as enchanting as ever.
Only in his imagination could he experience that love—but the deeper he fell into those fantasies, the more terrified he became.
He was dirty. What right did he have to keep dreaming of love?
It was time to let go—for his own sake, and for the world’s.
His parents had passed away long ago. His only family was his older sister, now married and working as a TV producer.
They rarely spoke, and this trip back was meant to be his farewell before leaving for good.
But then everything took a dramatic turn. After spending New Year’s with his sister, he couldn’t resist the urge to see Chen Qingtian one last time—even if just from a distance.
One look would be enough.
Yet fate had other plans. He ran into an "old acquaintance"—a high school classmate who was now a student at Jingda University.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
