The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting its glow over the bed. Long eyelashes fluttered slightly before her eyes slowly opened, still drowsy and not fully awake. Instinctively, she stretched her limbs—then abruptly stopped, remembering something. Carefully, she sat up in bed.
After a moment of reflection, she confirmed that her period still hadn’t arrived. Her gaze softened as it settled on her abdomen.
Lost in thought, a faint, blissful smile unconsciously graced her lips.
Taking a deep breath, she quietly got out of bed and began changing her clothes and freshening up. Starting today, she would eat breakfast regularly—nutritious breakfasts!
She headed downstairs toward the nearest cafeteria.
The sunlight was just right, and a cool breeze brushed against her hair, swaying her bangs and lifting her already cheerful mood.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure sitting on a bench.
Her light footsteps slowed to a halt, and a flicker of confusion flashed in her eyes.
Her heart seemed to sense something, but she couldn’t be sure.
After all, shouldn’t Long Aotian be doing morning drills at this time?
Yet, that figure looked so, so familiar. Her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
She turned back for another glance.
In an instant, her eyes brimmed with joy, curving into crescents as bright as the moon.
So, her heart really did recognize him before she did...
From his angle, he could see the striking profile of the girl. Today, she had tied her hair into a high ponytail, revealing her slender, fair neck—full of energy and vitality.
"Long Aotian?" Her voice carried a mix of disbelief and surprise.
"Little follower," Long Aotian responded with a smile, rising from the bench. He stepped forward under the sunlight, his strides firm as he walked toward her.
In her vision, her Long Aotian was steadily approaching.
Today, he looked a little weary. The redness in his eyes suggested a sleepless night, and faint shadows lingered beneath them.
"Long Aotian, didn’t you rest well?" Her tone was gentle as her soft fingertips lightly traced the shadows under his eyes.
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
Long Aotian leaned slightly closer, his voice lowering as he felt her delicate touch on his cheek.
He hadn’t slept a wink all night. At dawn, he had rushed from University T to University A.
Luckily, he had visited University A once before when he accompanied her back to her dorm. Even so, it had taken him a long time to find her—but in the end, he succeeded.
Hu Yuying knew exactly what he meant. She sighed inwardly—Qingxue, that big traitor.
"My mind was a mess, and I didn’t know how to bring it up. Besides, it’s not confirmed yet—maybe it’s just a late period. That’s why I didn’t say anything," Hu Yuying explained softly.
"And if it’s not?" Long Aotian wanted to know her true feelings.
If it wasn’t just a late period, what would she choose?
Hearing this, Hu Yuying peeked up at him, meeting his gaze.
Instead of shying away like before, she blinked at him playfully, her bright eyes forming a bridge of rainbows between them.
"Then... would Long Aotian like it?"
Long Aotian looked at her intently. Her eyes were darker and brighter than most, radiating an earnest honesty as they held his.
"I would. Of course I would."
Hu Yuying’s face lit up with a smile. "If Long Aotian likes it, then I’m willing."
At that moment, Long Aotian felt as though he had been poisoned—a poison named Hu Yuying, one that seeped into his bones and soul. He was certain now: he would never be free of it for the rest of his life.
Carefully, he pulled her into his arms.
Enveloped in his warmth, breathing in his scent, she gently patted his back.
Now that she knew his stance, her heart was at ease—and happy.
"Long Aotian, I still don’t know if it’s just a late period or if I’m really... so we should wait a little longer."
"Alright. Whatever you say."
No matter the outcome, Long Aotian had already made up his mind.
"You barely slept last night, did you?" Hu Yuying whispered near his ear. "Your dark circles are so obvious."
"I spent the whole night thinking about you." He pinched her cheek affectionately. "Why are you up so early?"
"I’m going for breakfast. Long Aotian should come see our cafeteria—it’s really good!"
With that, she grabbed his hand and led him toward the nearest cafeteria.
University A’s cafeteria offered a wide variety of dishes, rich in both selection and flavor.
Hu Yuying picked up two trays, then turned to Long Aotian with a grin. "Long Aotian, go find us seats. I’ll get the food."
She wrinkled her nose stubbornly, leaving him no room to argue. Long Aotian could only chuckle helplessly.
Since it was still early, the serving lines weren’t crowded, so he let her have her way.
He found a nearby seat.
Soon, Hu Yuying returned with the trays.
She remembered how, back in high school, Long Aotian had always been the one to fetch meals for her. Now, she could finally return the favor.
That thought alone made her happier than ever.
"See? The cafeteria food is really great, right? I wasn’t lying."
"The meals you cook taste even better."
At his words, Hu Yuying pressed her lips together, her smiling eyes stealing a glance at him before she blushed. "Then... I’ll cook for you every day from now on."
"Mm." Long Aotian took a sip of porridge, then glanced at her discreetly. Clearing his throat, his legs began to shake uncontrollably. "So... will you marry me and be my wife?"
Hu Yuying froze mid-bite, her lips parting slightly as if she’d forgotten how to chew. Her flickering gaze showed she hadn’t fully processed his words.
Staring at him in a daze, she asked shyly, "L-Long Aotian... what did you just say?"
"I said I want to marry you and make you my wife." Long Aotian’s legs were shaking wildly now.
His voice wasn’t particularly loud, yet it rang deafeningly in her ears—so overwhelming that her scalp tingled, her mind went blank, and her heart pounded violently...
She stole another look at him.
He was trying to appear composed, but the redness on his cheeks and his trembling legs betrayed his nerves.
In that instant, Hu Yuying nodded numbly, then softly replied, "Mm."
There was no dramatic excitement, no overwhelming shyness, no tearful clichés.
It was simple—so simple it felt like an ordinary conversation.
Yet, the joy in their eyes mirrored each other perfectly.
And their heartbeats thundered in unison like great bells.
When their gazes met again, neither could hold back their laughter...
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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."
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