Daisy was a princess, yet she had scarcely known what true love felt like.
Her father didn’t love her, nor did her brother. The only one who had treated her kindly, her mother, had long since passed away from depression brought on by her father’s domestic abuse.
Royal family bonds were fragile, and her sisters—born of different mothers—were distant from her. Now, they had all married far away, and she would never see them again.
Daisy felt her life was nothing but an utter tragedy.
And yet, fate had bestowed upon her both this identity and astonishing beauty.
Her status as a princess made it impossible for her to abandon her country and its people to flee alone.
As for her breathtaking beauty, it was no advantage—it was a curse.
Facing Daisy’s attempt at comfort, Zhou Yi smiled faintly and said, "You’re right. She’ll always live in my heart."
Then, he quickly instructed his system:
"System, hurry up and generate a few photos of me and my fake sister. Make them look like warm, everyday snapshots and send them to my phone."
"Just model the girl’s face loosely after Daisy’s, but soften the features a bit. No need for an exact match—just give her that delicate, fragile vibe."
077: Could he actually be a genius?
Never did it imagine, as a system, that it would one day be tasked with something like this.
The system worked swiftly. By the time Zhou Yi had exchanged a few more words with Daisy, the photos had already been uploaded to his phone.
Zhou Yi theatrically pulled out his phone and opened the gallery—sure enough, there were now numerous photos of him and a young girl.
At first glance, the girl bore a striking resemblance to Daisy.
But while Daisy’s features were more pronounced and striking, the fake sister in the photos had softer, gentler features, making her appear younger.
Zhou Yi handed the phone to Daisy. "See? Doesn’t she look a bit like you?"
Daisy took the phone and examined the photos. The resemblance was undeniable—even she could see it.
No wonder Zhou Yi had said she reminded him of his sister. It wasn’t a lie.
Staring at the uncannily similar face, Daisy was stunned.
"To think... they could be so alike. Can two people in this world really look so similar?" she murmured.
They shared such a likeness, yet their fates could not have been more different.
If given the choice, she would have traded places with Zhou Yi’s sister in a heartbeat—even if it meant only a decade or so of happiness. At least that would be better than a lifetime of misery.
The girl in the photos looked genuinely happy.
Daisy’s fingers lightly swiped across the screen, her eyes glued to the images.
In every photo, Zhou Yi gazed at his sister with unmistakable adoration.
There were hundreds of them—capturing moments of them studying together, traveling, playing, even ones where he comforted her while she cried.
In many of the scenes, Zhou Yi held his sister in his arms.
That kind of tender affection was something Daisy had never seen from Adel.
There were even photos of the sister’s birthday celebrations—the girl with her eyes closed, making a wish before a cake.
Zhou Yi had prepared countless gifts for her, some even handmade. He looked so earnest, so devoted.
So, it was possible for a brother to go to such lengths just to see his sister happy. That level of care was something many could only dream of.
How could Daisy not envy her?
If only she had a brother like Zhou Yi, she would have been the happiest girl in the world.
Now, she fully believed his words, and something strange stirred in her heart.
She began to fantasize—what if she were Zhou Yi’s sister?
[Daisy’s Affection +20]
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
