Long Aotian turned off his phone screen and slumped onto the bench, gazing up at the night sky. "I understand how you feel. Honestly, it makes sense that you'd think this way."
"But have you considered that they might not even mind?"
Lin Wanning mimicked Long Aotian's posture, tilting her head back to look at the stars. "Of course I can sense that. That’s exactly why I want to help Yuying and Qingxue too."
"You all have such a strong bond. Even if you’re relying on their help now, who’s to say you won’t be able to support them in the future?"
"Yuying and Qingxee’s fields of study are practical and applicable to daily life—after all, that’s what they specialize in."
"But your path is music. Eventually, you’ll move toward a career in that field. Maybe one day you’ll become a real star, with countless fans and even a celebrity influence."
"Of course, by then, the income from an online shop might not even matter to you..."
Hearing this, Lin Wanning immediately protested, "Who says? I’d never forget! If I really become a star, we’ll create our own brand together. The three of us will always stick together."
"You see? It’s the same. Your friendship isn’t built on these concerns. If Yuying or Qingxue were in your shoes, they’d say the same thing—they’d want all three of you to thrive."
"Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. A long time ago, I told Yuying something similar. Back then, she was like a fragile sapling, needing protection—I was so afraid she’d break..."
As he spoke, Long Aotian seemed lost in memories—back when he had just argued with Ye Liangchen and his mother, taking the young girl to the playground to gaze at the starry sky.
"At the time, Yuying said she was exhausted, just like you are now, trapped in self-doubt. But look at her now—so happy."
"Life has its ups and downs. What’s meant to come will come."
"And I’ve seen how hard you’re trying."
"What I’m saying is—you’re already doing great."
[I’ve seen your effort.] [You’re already doing great.] These words of affirmation took root in her heart like seeds.
"Brother." Lin Wanning called out softly, deeply moved. The truth was, many people spend their whole lives longing for a single word of encouragement.
Age doesn’t matter.
Children need encouragement, but adults do too—something people often forget.
Sniffling, she turned to Long Aotian with a gentle smile. "Thank you."
"Don’t mention it."
"Go back and get some rest. At your age, you shouldn’t be weighed down by worries."
"Brother, you’re so kind. If I ever do something bad… would you still forgive me?"
Long Aotian gave her a skeptical once-over. "You? Do something bad?"
"Yeah." Lin Wanning nodded. "Brother, don’t underestimate me."
"Tch. Depends on the situation!"
"No, it can’t depend!" She narrowed her eyes playfully. "If you don’t forgive me, I might have to threaten you."
"Threaten me? You asking for a spanking?"
"No way!"
After walking Lin Wanning back to the music academy gates, he waved her off.
"Brother, be careful on your way back. And don’t worry—I’ll keep your secret. If you ever need advice about Yuying, you can talk to me. I can even drop hints for you. Just… don’t go bothering Shen Mengjie, okay?"
"Got it. Now go inside."
Lin Wanning headed into the campus but soon paused, turning back to watch Long Aotian’s retreating figure.
"A brother this wonderful… of course others would want him too. Maybe I’m being a little greedy..."
"I don’t ask for much. Just a tiny bit..."
......
A University.
"Yuying, what’s wrong?" Li Qingxue asked cautiously.
Hu Yuying blinked, looking dazed. "Huh? What?"
"I mean, what’s up with you today? You seem restless, spacing out all day like you’re not really here."
Hu Yuying shook her head. "It’s… it’s nothing. Probably just tired. Really, don’t worry."
"Don’t tell me it’s nothing. If I had a mirror, I’d show you how you look right now." Li Qingxue’s concern was evident.
Something was clearly off about Hu Yuying today.
"Qingxue, I… I don’t know how to say it. I just feel… complicated." Her voice was laced with anxiety.
"What’s going on? We’re best friends. If something’s bothering you, you can tell me."
"Even if I can’t help, we can always ask Long Aotian. No matter what it is, he’ll find a way to fix it."
At the mention of him, Hu Yuying didn’t chime in as usual. Instead, she pressed her lips together, her expression a mix of happiness and unease.
Noticing her conflicted look, Li Qingxue hesitated before asking, "Does this have to do with Long Aotian?"
"Yeah." Hu Yuying nodded faintly.
Li Qingxue exhaled in relief. For a second, she’d thought it was something serious. But if it involved Long Aotian, it couldn’t be that bad.
After all, that guy was head over heels for Hu Yuying.
If she asked for the moon, he’d probably try to get it for her.
"So what happened? Did he do something to upset you? If he did, I’ll straighten him out—"
Before she could finish, Hu Yuying shook her head urgently. "No, Brother Long didn’t do anything wrong."
He would never hurt her...
"Then what is it? You’re driving me crazy!"
Hu Yuying lowered her head, her voice barely audible. "I… my period hasn’t come..."
The moment those words left her mouth, Li Qingxue’s frantic expression froze.
It felt like a sledgehammer had struck her skull, leaving her mind blank.
They weren’t naive anymore.
A missed period, combined with the fact that Hu Yuying and Long Aotian had been together… the answer was obvious.
"Is your cycle usually regular?"
"Yes. Between the 20th and 22nd every month..."
"And today is?"
"The 25th."
Li Qingxue covered her mouth. "You didn’t use protection?"
"We did, but… we ran out. And we thought the timing was safe, so we…"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
