Daisy had a dream.
It was a theme she had never dreamed of before: marriage.
In the dream, she wore a wedding dress and married a man.
At first, she couldn’t clearly see his face in the dream, but his voice felt strangely familiar.
Amidst the cheers and blessings of the crowd, she walked hand in hand with the man down a red carpet strewn with flowers.
Under the priest’s witness, he kissed her hand and slipped the ring—a symbol of love—onto her finger.
Daisy felt an indescribable emotion.
When the man lifted his face, she finally saw his features clearly—it was Zhou Yi!
Daisy was stunned.
She murmured his name, “Brother?”
Zhou Yi gently stroked her head, his slender fingers brushing over the delicate white veil.
“Why are you still calling me ‘brother’? I’m Daisy’s husband now.”
“Why… did we get married?”
“Because we fell in love, so we got married. Daisy, what’s wrong? Why are you asking such a question?”
Daisy looked at the ring on her finger. Love…
Could she and Zhou Yi really become husband and wife?
If she stopped seeing him as just a brother and instead as a potential partner, Zhou Yi would undoubtedly be the perfect choice.
He was gentle, chivalrous, kind—qualities that set him apart from other men. He was the best man Daisy had ever known.
And, of course, the one who treated her the best.
She couldn’t find a single flaw in him.
Before, she had never considered these thoughts, but upon reflection, falling in love with him seemed the most natural thing in the world.
At that moment, Daisy’s mind was completely free of the old duke that Adel kept mentioning.
She didn’t realize she was dreaming; she only knew she had married Zhou Yi.
She had finally found happiness.
With tears in her eyes, Daisy hugged Zhou Yi tightly.
The cheers of the guests below faded into the background—all she could hear was Zhou Yi’s soft whisper in her ear: “Daisy, I love you.”
Her eyes red, Daisy kissed Zhou Yi’s lips, seeing him as the salvation of her life.
“Brother, I love you too.”
She still instinctively called him “brother”—it was a habit she couldn’t break.
Zhou Yi had woven a beautiful dream for Daisy.
In the dream, their married life was blissful.
They wed in a small country, bought a cozy house, and filled it with their wedding photos.
Zhou Yi worked at a bank, and while he was away during the day, Daisy waited for him at home.
She became a full-time homemaker, tending to their little garden. Daisy loved growing flowers—their vibrant growth brought her joy.
At first, they didn’t have children. At Zhou Yi’s suggestion, Daisy adopted a puppy and named it…
Because Zhou Yi was Chinese, Daisy made an effort to learn Chinese cuisine and studied Chinese customs from books.
She enrolled in a Mandarin class, hoping to move to China with Zhou Yi once her language skills improved.
She still longed for the place Zhou Yi had described—a land of eternal spring.
Three years into their marriage, they traveled to China together, and Daisy finally saw the place she had dreamed of.
Here, there was no endless snow, no biting winds, no Adel or her abusive father.
The people were warm and kind, treating Daisy with nothing but affection.
When Zhou Yi wasn’t home, the neighbors would take her out, and Daisy experienced a warmth she had never known before.
She and Zhou Yi settled in China, raising two adorable mixed-race children whom Daisy adored.
Throughout their marriage, they never argued or raised their voices at each other. Their love only deepened with time, and they spent many, many happy years together.
When Zhou Yi passed away in her arms, Daisy felt as though her heart had been torn apart. She kept calling his name, her mind flashing back to the first time they met.
In that garden, on that sunny afternoon, the young man had appeared behind her—and she had found her salvation.
When Daisy opened her eyes again, tears streaked her cheeks.
She looked at Zhou Yi sleeping beside her, holding her, and it felt like a lifetime had passed.
“So… it was just a dream. Only a dream…”
The heartache felt so real. The dream had been so vivid.
As she traced Zhou Yi’s youthful face with her fingers, she could no longer see him as just a brother.
She knew her heart had changed—she had fallen in love with Zhou Yi because of a dream.
But if they really did marry, perhaps that dream could become reality.
While Zhou Yi slept, Daisy leaned in and pressed a cautious kiss to his lips.
“Brother, if only the dream were real…”
But Zhou Yi was awake.
He had experienced everything Daisy had in her dream.
The moment she woke, the dream ended—and so did his.
He heard the system’s notification: Daisy’s affection for him had skyrocketed, reaching the point of love.
She no longer saw him as just a brother.
Daisy rested her head against his chest, savoring his warmth—just as they had embraced in the dream.
She tried to fall asleep again, unwilling to leave that beautiful dream behind.
But the dream only made reality seem all the more cruel.
There was no future for her and Zhou Yi.
Daisy didn’t sleep a wink the rest of the night.
She clung to Zhou Yi’s hand, tracing the contours of his face with her fingertips, memorizing every detail.
Only as dawn approached did she finally drift into a sorrowful sleep.
When Zhou Yi woke in the morning, he didn’t rouse her, knowing she had barely slept. He let her rest a little longer.
Later that morning, Xie Tingwan messaged him, asking if he wanted to go out.
But seeing Daisy still asleep, Zhou Yi declined.
Daisy was fragile now, clinging to him desperately—if she woke and he wasn’t there, she’d be heartbroken.
Sitting by her bed, Zhou Yi contacted Jiang Ruolan to arrange for a reliable ship crew.
“A ship? Mr. Zhou, is this part of a new plan?”
Jiang Ruolan was momentarily confused.
“Yes. Find a trustworthy team—cost isn’t an issue, but discretion is essential.”
“Understood, Mr. Zhou.”
Just as Zhou Yi was about to hang up, Jiang Ruolan spoke again, her tone softer.
“Are you doing alright over there?”
This time, she didn’t address him formally as “Mr. Zhou”—just “you.”
Jiang Ruolan rarely brought up personal matters during work, but Zhou Yi had been away for a while, and she missed him.
Zhou Yi smiled faintly. “I’m fine. And you? It must have been tough managing things without me at the company.”
Jiang Ruolan twirled a strand of hair absentmindedly, her voice gentle.
“Not at all. It’s my job.”
"I miss you, Ruolan."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
