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."
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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...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
