077: "Then why are you smoking if it doesn’t matter to you?"
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and exhaled a ring of smoke.
Zhou Yi: "What’s wrong with smoking?"
077: "Do you understand now how terrifying an SSS-level target can be?"
Zhou Yi lowered his gaze, his expression complicated as he stared in the direction Daisy had left.
Of course, he understood now.
Because this was an unsolvable dilemma.
Daisy’s background destined her to never live as carefreely as the other targets Zhou Yi had pursued. She had never had the privilege of being selfish.
The most terrifying part was that Daisy had her own convictions.
She couldn’t bring herself to abandon her beliefs and responsibilities to leave with Zhou Yi.
Imagine an ancient princess sent for political marriage who, for the sake of so-called love, abandoned her country and plunged two nations into war—how would history judge her? Could she truly live in peace?
Daisy couldn’t. Zhou Yi knew she couldn’t.
Even if he did take her away, Daisy’s affection meter would never reach full. She would forever carry guilt for her country and people, her heart forever burdened with regret.
But if she left Zhou Yi for the sake of her beliefs, then her regret would become him.
And yet, wouldn’t she also become Zhou Yi’s regret?
When Daisy left, 077 had clearly seen Zhou Yi reach out—but in the end, he hadn’t held onto her.
077 refused to believe Zhou Yi felt nothing.
It was precisely because he was powerless that Zhou Yi convinced himself he didn’t care, that it meant nothing to him.
He didn’t want to admit he had lost, nor that this woman had truly left a mark on his heart.
077 wasn’t an invincible system, and Zhou Yi wasn’t an invincible man. There were moments when even he was powerless.
Never before had Zhou Yi realized this so clearly.
This was the horror of an SSS-level target.
She might appear fragile, and she wasn’t hard to pursue—but the real challenge lay in how the host faced the aftermath.
Some pursuers fell in love with their targets, willing to do anything to keep them. If Zhou Yi became like that, his fate would be predictable.
He would become just one of the countless hosts 077 had erased before.
Zhou Yi sat by the window and smoked all night.
Would his heart remain unmoved when he heard the word "brother" from now on?
Would he think of the girl who had once exchanged vows with him before a priest when he passed a bridal shop?
Zhou Yi frowned as he stood before the floor-to-ceiling window.
As dawn approached, Zhou Yi murmured, "Do you think I should say goodbye to her? Tell her I understand her convictions, so I’m letting her go—that she shouldn’t blame herself or carry regrets."
But 077 suddenly said, "You haven’t claimed your Level 50 reward yet. I can tell you what it is in advance."
Zhou Yi didn’t understand why 077 brought this up. Did it have something to do with Daisy?
"Go ahead."
"It’s a time-reversal function."
"You mean I can go back to the past?"
"No. It allows you to see what Daisy’s original fate would have been if you had never appeared. But this function can only be used once."
In other words, Zhou Yi could revisit the past and witness Daisy’s ending.
If Zhou Yi didn’t care about Daisy, he wouldn’t waste this crucial ability on her.
"Then use it."
"Still pretending you don’t care?"
077 teased Zhou Yi, determined to make him admit his feelings for Daisy.
Zhou Yi didn’t argue. He simply said, "Just do it."
A massive mirror appeared before Zhou Yi—a temporal mirror only he could see.
In the original timeline, if Zhou Yi had never appeared, Daisy wouldn’t have survived the night they met.
Adel had brought her to the banquet, auctioned off her virginity, and Daisy had died that very night.
The wealthy elites compensated Snow Country with a hefty sum, but in the end, Daisy couldn’t save her homeland from war.
The world was just that cruel.
Zhou Yi silently deactivated the time-reversal function.
"How do I find her?"
"Do you regret it?"
"I just don’t want her to live with guilt."
"You’ve gone soft."
Zhou Yi put on his coat and left the hotel, wandering aimlessly through the snow.
He had no idea where Daisy had gone.
His phone couldn’t reach her either.
The helplessness only deepened his pain.
The only options now were to find Adel or to weave another dream for Daisy.
But would Daisy come to him for just a dream?
As Zhou Yi trudged through the snow, he had 077 craft a dream for Daisy.
Zhou Yi was supposed to fly out that night, but he postponed his departure.
He made up an excuse for Xie Tingwan and his teacher. No one suspected anything—after all, Zhou Yi was popular and often invited to banquets.
Late that night, Zhou Yi waited endlessly before finally entering Daisy’s dream again.
Adel had beaten Daisy severely earlier. Her injuries weren’t on her face, save for a trace of blood at the corner of her lips.
Adri, afraid of his father’s reprimand, had made sure the wounds were hidden beneath her clothes.
But compared to the physical pain, her heart ached even more.
In moments like these, she missed Zhou Yi desperately—yet she couldn’t even call his name aloud.
All she could do was whisper "brother," and only then did Adel relent.
That night, Daisy lay in bed, tears streaming down her face.
By now, Zhou Yi must have returned home.
Would he still remember her?
Would he look for her?
Daisy stared at the ceiling, her tears unstoppable.
She had left without a word—how would Zhou Yi react?
Daisy feared Zhou Yi would hate her, yet she also feared he would search for her.
After all, she would soon be gone. No matter how hard he looked, it would be in vain.
And if he made too much noise, Adel would find out.
"Brother, I miss you so much."
Daisy clutched the ring at her chest, her tears soaking the pillow.
Burdened by longing and guilt, she drifted into an exhausted sleep.
Daisy never imagined her desperate yearning would actually summon Zhou Yi into her dreams.
The moment she saw him, her tears overflowed.
She clung to him tightly as he gently wiped her cheeks.
"Daisy, I missed you."
Those words shattered whatever composure she had left.
She sobbed in Zhou Yi’s arms until his steady comfort finally calmed her.
This dream was too precious to waste on crying.
When Zhou Yi asked where she was staying, Daisy refused to say, afraid Adel would retaliate against him.
Zhou Yi asked, "Can I see you one last time? There’s something important I need to tell you."
Daisy knew this was just her fantasy, but she still said, "Yes."
She couldn’t leave the hotel—Adel kept her under close watch.
But she told Zhou Yi when Adel planned to take her away the next day. Zhou Yi decided to meet her at the airport for their final goodbye.
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?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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...
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
