Daisy's pupils contracted rapidly.
How could this be!
Why did he have to pick this one!
Daisy could no longer dismiss the events of the past few days as mere coincidences or accidents.
She was convinced it was God's arrangement.
It had to be.
Zhou Yi was her destined one!
[Daisy's affection points increased by 10.]
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and asked, "How many affection points does Daisy have now?"
077 replied, "90. She's already in love with you."
Thanks to Zhou Yi's dream, Daisy had developed romantic feelings for him.
Before, she had only seen Zhou Yi as an older brother, as the salvation in her life—her affection had never reached the level of love.
But now, she had genuinely fallen for him.
If it had just been an ordinary dream, it might not have mattered. But everything in it aligned perfectly with reality.
The same words, the same wedding dress—how could she not love Zhou Yi?
This tactic might only work on Daisy, because her life desperately needed someone to love her.
Zhou Yi had become her only salvation, her only love.
One could say he had seized the perfect opportunity—timing, circumstances, and fate were all on his side.
Daisy stared blankly at the beautiful wedding dress, carefully running her fingers along its hem. "Brother, let's go with this one, okay? I love this one."
She looked at Zhou Yi, her gaze now identical to the one in her dream—overflowing with deep affection.
Daisy thought she was hiding it well, but such intense love was impossible to conceal.
Her eyes still carried a faint melancholy, the sorrow of unspoken love.
Zhou Yi affectionately ruffled Daisy's hair. "Alright, if Daisy likes this one, we'll take photos in it."
Daisy smiled. While they were getting their makeup done, both seated in front of the mirror, she casually asked him, as if joking:
"Brother, if I didn’t look like your late sister, would you still treat me this well?"
Zhou Yi paused for a moment, not answering immediately—that would have seemed too insincere.
He studied Daisy for a while before pretending to hesitate. "Daisy, I don’t know how to say this."
"At first, I did approach you because of that. But as we spent more time together, I could tell the difference between you and her. You’re not the same—you’re two separate people. I stopped seeing you as my sister a long time ago."
Daisy's heart raced. She asked eagerly, "Then what do you see me as now?"
She didn’t want Zhou Yi to keep associating her with his sister. She refused to be someone’s shadow.
Zhou Yi looked at her, his eyes seemingly filled with unspoken love.
In the end, he didn’t say it aloud, but Daisy understood his gaze.
He had fallen for her, just like in the dream.
"Daisy, when you told me you wanted to take wedding photos together, I should have refused. For a woman, this moment is one of the most important in her life. But I couldn’t say no to you. I’m a despicable man."
Daisy took his hand. "No, you’re not. I love that about you, Brother. Let’s just treat this as fulfilling a dream for me."
Zhou Yi smiled slowly. "Then I’ll buy you a ring later. Pick one you like, okay?"
Daisy was so moved she nearly cried. Without hesitation, she threw herself into Zhou Yi’s arms, tears of happiness streaming down her face.
In the mirror, the two embraced—but Zhou Yi’s eyes held little love. He would never love Daisy.
She was just another pitiful woman he had successfully "conquered."
The only shred of conscience he had was his intention to treat her better once they returned. Love, however, was something he could never give her.
Zhou Yi’s status was no longer ordinary. Even abroad, many people recognized him.
So instead of choosing crowded locations for the photoshoot, he opted for more secluded spots.
His excuse was to avoid Daisy’s brother—and she believed him.
They went to the beach, the forest, the zoo, and the aquarium—visiting many lesser-known but breathtakingly beautiful places.
Finally, they went to a church.
This was Daisy’s special request. She wanted to marry Zhou Yi for real, just like in her dream.
Under the witness of a priest, they exchanged rings and vowed to be together for life.
Daisy meant every word.
Zhou Yi did not.
When they kissed, Daisy’s affection points reached 95—just 5 points away from the maximum.
Would she become Zhou Yi’s first SSS-tier conquest?
The photos were ready quickly. Both of them were naturally photogenic, so the raw images were already stunning without much retouching.
The photographer and the studio had promised Zhou Yi that the photos would remain private—they had no right to share them without consent.
Daisy, dressed in her wedding gown, leaned against Zhou Yi’s chest, staring at her ring with a blissful smile.
She hadn’t chosen an expensive diamond ring—just an ordinary one, not wanting Zhou Yi to spend too much.
Unaware of his true status, she was still trying to save him money.
Despite its simplicity, Daisy treasured the ring as if it were priceless.
She wore it on a chain around her neck, close to her heart.
Engraved on it were two letters: ZY.
"Brother, are you leaving tomorrow night?"
"We’re leaving together. I bought your ticket. As for that place with eternal spring you wanted to visit—I’m already looking at houses there."
Daisy kissed Zhou Yi’s cheek. Flipping through their photos, she murmured, "I wonder who our child would take after."
Zhou Yi chuckled. "You, of course. You’re the most beautiful."
Daisy shook her head. "No, I hope they look like you. That way, seeing them would ease my longing when you’re away."
Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing. For a fleeting moment, Zhou Yi was captivated—but he averted his gaze, focusing on the photos instead.
"Either way, as long as it’s yours, I’ll love them."
After leaving the studio, Daisy looked up at the sky. The weather had turned colder, the moon and stars hidden behind thick clouds.
"Brother, is it true that Chinese people look at the moon when they miss someone?"
"Where did you hear that, Daisy?"
She smiled. "In a dream."
"So you dreamed about me?"
Daisy’s eyes curved playfully, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she slipped her hand into his.
"That’s Daisy’s secret. Brother isn’t allowed to ask."
"Alright, I won’t. You must be hungry after all this shooting. Let’s get something to eat."
"But I’m not hungry at all. I just want to stay with you a little longer. Eating means I can’t talk to you… or kiss you."
Rarely acting spoiled, Daisy got her way. Zhou Yi walked with her through the night, his stomach empty but his mind elsewhere.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
