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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
