"Daisy, I'll see you tomorrow."
Zhou Yi knew that some words, if spoken to Daisy in a dream, would never be believed.
She would think it was just her own guilt manifesting, conjuring Zhou Yi in her sleep.
Daisy smiled faintly, her eyes dim with sorrow.
She knew it was impossible—there would never be another day when she and Zhou Yi could meet again.
The next day, Daisy arrived at the airport with Adel.
"I’m telling you, after the mess you’ve caused this time, Father won’t let you off easy."
Daisy remained silent. She had long lost hope in her brother.
She no longer cared who would or wouldn’t spare her—she had nothing left to lose anyway.
Now, the only person she couldn’t forgive was herself.
Her silence only fueled Adel’s irritation. He gripped her wrist tightly and warned her:
"I don’t care who encouraged you to run away before. I just haven’t found him yet. But once I do, I won’t let him go either. You’d better behave. If you cause trouble again, I won’t spare you either."
"I won’t run."
Daisy didn’t want to drag Zhou Yi into this.
Listlessly, she stood beside Adel, waiting to board the plane.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a familiar figure.
A masked man stood not far away, gazing at her.
Daisy recognized him instantly—it was Zhou Yi.
Her lashes trembled, and her eyes reddened in an instant.
Her lips parted slightly in disbelief.
How could this be...?
Had he dreamed the same dream she did?
But with Adel right beside her, how could she possibly go to him?
Zhou Yi knew there was no chance to speak to her. So he wrote a letter, pretended to bump into her, and slipped it into her arms.
Daisy turned back in a daze, staring at Zhou Yi.
The man murmured an apology, his deep eyes brimming with tenderness. "I’m sorry, miss."
Daisy tucked the letter into her sleeve, her voice trembling as she replied, "It’s alright, sir."
Adel merely glanced at Zhou Yi, annoyed by the man’s carelessness.
"Let’s go. Don’t even think about trying anything."
Daisy took one last, lingering look at Zhou Yi.
When she turned away, she could barely hold back her emotions—tears welled up, threatening to spill.
Softly, she whispered, "Brother..."
A tear slid down her cheek.
Adel assumed she was addressing him. Seeing her distress, he mistook it for fear.
For once, he offered a rare attempt at comfort: "If you go back quietly, I’ll plead with Father to spare you a beating."
Daisy ignored him. Adel scoffed. "Ungrateful."
Once on the plane, Daisy excused herself to the restroom.
With the flight already underway, Adel no longer worried about her escaping.
Hands shaking, she unfolded the letter.
It was long—pages filled with Zhou Yi’s longing for her.
Daisy wept as she read, wiping her tears away.
At the end of the letter, Zhou Yi had written:
"Daisy, the time I spent with you was the happiest of my life. Don’t feel guilty. I understand why you left without a word. I know you have your faith and your duty. You’ll always be the little princess in my heart."
Daisy slumped against the door, sobbing uncontrollably.
At least she knew he understood.
He didn’t hate her. He didn’t blame her.
And that made it hurt even more.
She had lost someone so wonderful. She could have had happiness.
If there was a next life, she wished to be born into an ordinary family.
She wanted to go with Zhou Yi to that town where it was always spring. She wanted to cook for him, to be his loving wife in a simple, quiet life.
Could the dreams she had come true in another lifetime?
She didn’t know. But in this one, their paths had diverged forever.
A thousand miles apart, her love was like dust—too light to ever reach the city where Zhou Yi stood.
Daisy wiped her tears and carefully folded the letter away.
Even at the risk of being discovered, she couldn’t bear to throw it out.
At the airport, Zhou Yi heard the system’s chime: [Daisy’s affection has reached its peak.]
She must have read the letter.
He sat for a while before finally returning to his hotel to pack.
Before leaving, he went to bid farewell to Jones.
She was a good woman, and Zhou Yi wouldn’t disappear without a word.
When he told her he was leaving, Jones tried everything to keep him—offering wealth, status, even the chance to inherit her family’s title.
It meant a life of luxury, an instant rise in class.
Most men wouldn’t refuse.
But Zhou Yi wasn’t in the mood for flirtation. He turned her down and boarded the plane back home without hesitation.
Both Zhou Yi and Daisy were in the air now, gazing at the same sky outside their windows—yet their futures would be worlds apart.
Once home, he would return to his carefree self—the untethered, free-spirited Zhou Yi.
Or so he told himself.
He was afraid of falling too deeply in love. That would be his ruin.
A playboy could have feelings, but never devotion to just one woman.
If he could, he’d erase every memory of Daisy.
But no such medicine existed.
Zhou Yi didn’t linger in City A. After landing, he immediately transferred to Huaihai.
He wanted to see You Man as soon as possible.
When she got his call, You Man dropped everything and rushed to the airport.
The moment Zhou Yi appeared, she flung herself into his arms.
"Yi! You’re finally back. I missed you so much."
Her eyes shone with adoration.
But today, she sensed something off about him.
You Man was sharp when it came to Zhou Yi.
Even though he smiled, she could see the sorrow in his eyes.
Zhou Yi rested his head on her shoulder without a word.
She gently stroked his hair. "What’s wrong? Tired from the flight?"
He forced a smile. "No. I just missed you."
You Man’s eyes curved. "Then let’s go home. I’ll cook for you tonight."
Zhou Yi took her hand. "Yeah. It’s been too long since I’ve had your cooking."
Suddenly, You Man pulled away, lowering her voice. "You’re famous now. We should be careful in public—I don’t want another scandal like last time."
She always put him first. Zhou Yi let her go.
"You’re too good to me, Man."
"Who else would I be good to? Don’t be silly."
Back at the shop, Zhou Yi handed her a necklace he’d bought.
"Man, this is for you. Try it on—see if you like it."
The diamond was enormous. You Man could tell it must have cost a fortune.
Touched yet worried, she said, "You should save your money for the company. There’s no need to buy me such expensive jewelry. It’s not like I have anywhere to wear it."
Zhou Yi held You Man's hand and smiled, saying, "I just want you to be happy."
077 felt that after the incident with Daisy, Zhou Yi seemed to have softened a little.
It wasn't the kind of fake affection put on for show.
Perhaps Daisy had helped him grow, teaching him the value of cherishing others.
Though the playboy was still the same playboy, his mindset had shifted.
077 wasn’t sure whether this change was for better or worse.
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] [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!"
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
