Zhou Yi and Daisy stayed out very late before returning to the hotel.
On the way back, Zhou Yi casually bought a burger, and the two sat in the cold wind eating it together.
"It's my fault for making a princess like you eat a burger on the side of the road with me."
"What are you talking about, brother? I’m a million times happier doing this than sitting at a banquet eating delicacies."
Being with Zhou Yi made anything enjoyable for her.
Zhou Yi tightened his coat and murmured, "I feel like it might snow soon."
Daisy, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster, replied, "I’m used to snow, so it’s no big deal. Are you afraid of the cold, brother?"
Zhou Yi took her hand—it was already icy.
"Your hands are freezing. Let’s hurry back to the hotel. Things will be better tomorrow when we go back. It hasn’t even snowed in my country yet."
"Okay, brother. Can you carry me back?"
"Daisy likes it when you carry me."
"Being on your back makes me feel safe."
This way, no matter how intensely her eyes burned with emotion, Zhou Yi wouldn’t see it.
She could freely pour out her love for him without restraint.
Zhou Yi indulged her without hesitation, crouching down in front of her.
"Come on, I’ll carry you back."
"You’re the best, brother."
The hotel wasn’t far now.
Daisy didn’t actually want to tire him out.
She was light—lighter than any girl Zhou Yi had ever carried.
He adjusted her weight in his arms.
"Our Daisy is still too thin. Once we get to China, I’ll make sure you’re plump and healthy."
She rested her head on his shoulder and giggled. "But won’t I look ugly if I get fat?"
"Even when Daisy is 60, she’ll still be the most beautiful in my eyes."
"You’re so sweet, brother."
She wondered which lucky girl would one day truly have him.
Daisy sighed quietly—it wouldn’t be her.
Her unspoken love eventually dissipated into the wind.
She both longed for Zhou Yi to love her more and feared him loving her too much.
"Brother, promise me you’ll never carry anyone else, okay?"
"Okay. I’ll only carry Daisy."
With a smile, she pressed her face against his chest.
Back at the hotel, while Zhou Yi was showering, Daisy managed to get Adel’s address.
Her phone was flooded with messages and calls—from Adel, her father, and her sisters.
He had finally discovered Daisy’s escape.
Adel couldn’t bear the responsibility of her running away, so he had informed the king of Snowland.
Her father was an even worse man than Adel.
Assuming Daisy wouldn’t return, he had threatened her with her mother’s grave.
[If you don’t come back, I’ll dig up your mother’s body and ensure she never rests in peace—her soul will never be allowed into heaven, condemned to wander in hell forever. Is this the fate you want for the mother who loved you?]
[Daisy, you don’t have the right to be selfish. Otherwise, I’ll use even crueler methods to torment those around you—your maids, your foster mother.]
Even if they had treated her poorly, he knew Daisy was too soft-hearted and kind.
She couldn’t bear to see them suffer because of her.
[And your beloved country—the one your mother died protecting. Do you want to see it plunged into war again because of you?]
Daisy slumped weakly onto the couch. She knew she couldn’t bring herself to be ruthless.
With reddened eyes, she replied:
[Father, I never intended to run away. I just needed a moment to breathe. I’ll return to Adel tonight. Please don’t harm innocent people.]
[Good. You’re Snowland’s pride. We’ll always remember you.]
Daisy smiled bitterly.
Did she even want this so-called pride?
She wiped her tears, forcing herself to appear as composed as usual.
That night, Daisy lay in Zhou Yi’s arms.
They stayed close, neither harboring any improper thoughts.
Zhou Yi knew it wasn’t the right time—rushing things would leave a bad impression.
Daisy, however, was silently grieving over her impending departure, her heart aching.
She had tasted love and happiness, even if only for a few fleeting days.
As she traced Zhou Yi’s face with her fingers, she engraved his image deep into her soul.
"Brother, I can’t sleep."
"Is it because you’re too excited about leaving tomorrow?"
"Of course. Starting a new life with you in a beautiful, unfamiliar country—how could I not be happy?"
She hoped to dream of Zhou Yi again tonight.
Even if it was the same dream, she’d gladly relive it.
Zhou Yi, exhausted, glanced at Daisy in his arms, assuming she had fallen asleep.
He kissed her gently before drifting off himself.
Daisy had slipped him a sleeping pill, ensuring he wouldn’t wake or notice her departure.
After leaving the hotel, she walked alone into the cold night, her clothes thin against the wind.
Snow began to fall—a single icy flake landed on her forehead.
Her winter had finally arrived.
She stood outside Adel’s hotel, scrolling through photos of her and Zhou Yi on her phone.
She feared Adel would discover Zhou Yi’s involvement and seek revenge.
Each picture twisted her heart further.
When she finally pressed delete, it felt as though her soul had died with them.
She erased Zhou Yi’s contact, removed her SIM card—ensuring no one could ever find her again.
Then she knocked on Adel’s door.
The moment it opened, Adel, seething with rage, struck her across the face.
"Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Because of you, I was stripped of my title and humiliated by Father—all thanks to you, dear sister!"
Daisy stayed silent. She could never call this man "brother" again.
Her real brother—the one who mattered—was lost to her forever.
Adel’s fury only grew at her silence.
"Fine. If you’ve grown a spine, then you’ll learn what happens when you defy me."
He grabbed her hair and threw her onto the carpet.
Daisy winced in pain, blood trickling from her lips. Still, she didn’t speak.
Adel, with no other outlet for his rage and accustomed to Daisy’s submissiveness, proceeded to beat her mercilessly.
Zhou Yi, however, wasn’t as oblivious as Daisy believed.
He stood by the window, watching her walk away step by step.
077: "You’re cruel. Do you know what awaits her?"
Zhou Yi: "I do. But there’s no solution."
"If I forced her to stay, she’d still be haunted by her country. She’d never truly belong with me."
"When she’s trapped in darkness, she’ll long for me even more. Her love will reach its peak through endless suffering."
Zhou Yi had never forgotten he was a strategist.
His heart would never soften for a woman.
Daisy was destined for her tragic end.
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?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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, 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?"
