The tranquility of the camp was shattered by a sudden crisis.
Cholera.
Though Chen Lei had repaired the water pump in time, the contamination of the water supply in the preceding days had already sown the seeds of disaster.
In the camp, people began falling ill in droves—vomiting, diarrhea.
First the children, then the elderly.
Then, the outbreak spread like wildfire.
The camp’s lone clinic was instantly overwhelmed.
Medical supplies ran critically short, and panic spread faster than the virus itself.
The entire camp descended into chaos.
"We must quarantine them!" Lu Qianqian acted decisively.
She ordered Ji Wushuang and the security team to quickly set up an isolation zone, separating the sick from the healthy.
"Chen Lei, you’re in charge of water purification. All drinking water must be strictly treated—filtered, disinfected with chlorine tablets, and then boiled!"
"Ji Yichen, your vehicle has strong horsepower. Come with me to town! We need more medicine!"
There was no trace of panic in her—only clear, firm commands.
In this life-or-death moment, the leadership and decisiveness she seemed born with surged to the surface.
Ji Wushuang, Chen Lei, and Ji Yichen sprang into action.
Ji Yichen drove the off-road vehicle, speeding wildly down the bumpy dirt road.
Lu Qianqian clutched a satellite phone, calling headquarters and every international medical organization she could reach for help.
Her voice was hoarse but unwavering.
Ji Yichen kept driving.
Through the rearview mirror, he watched this girl several years his junior.
He watched as she calmly, clearly reported coordinates, described the situation, and pleaded for medicine and doctors—fluent in multiple languages as she spoke to different agencies.
Suddenly, he realized how narrow his understanding of the world had been.
He had thought that using music to critique the world was the bravest act possible.
Yet here she was, battling a far more concrete, far deadlier enemy:
Death itself.
The town’s warehouse was also running low on medicine.
Using the foundation’s credibility, Lu Qianqian practically begged and bargained her way into securing every available antibiotic and rehydration salt.
On their way back, they saw a mother collapsed by the roadside, clutching her child.
The child was no longer breathing.
The mother’s eyes were vacant, like stone.
Ji Yichen stopped the car.
He wanted to step out, to do something.
"Don’t," Lu Qianqian held him back.
"We can’t save her. But the medicine in this car can save many more back at the camp."
Her voice was cold, hard—like rock.
Ji Yichen’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.
He stared at the scene outside, a vision of hell on earth.
For the first time, he felt utterly powerless.
His music, his anger—in this moment, they were worthless.
The car started again, veering around the despairing mother.
Inside, a suffocating silence reigned, broken only by Lu Qianqian’s suppressed, trembling breaths.
Ji Yichen understood.
She wasn’t heartless.
She was simply burying all her pain deep inside.
She didn’t have the luxury of breaking down here.
Because she was the backbone holding everyone together.
Two days later, help finally arrived.
A helicopter from the distant foundation headquarters brought a professional medical team and ample supplies.
The outbreak was quickly contained, with the death toll stopping at twenty-seven.
Without Lu Qianqian’s decisive actions, that number would have been five times higher.
In the aftermath, the camp felt drained of energy.
The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the muffled sobs of those who had lost loved ones.
Then, Lu Qianqian fell ill.
Days and nights of relentless work and emotional strain had taken their toll.
High fever, unconsciousness.
She lay in the medical tent for three full days.
Ji Yichen didn’t leave her side.
He pulled up a chair by the tent entrance, cradling his guitar.
Not playing, not singing—just keeping watch, like a silent guardian.
Ji Wushuang and Chen Lei stayed nearby too.
They all knew what this girl had sacrificed for the camp.
On the evening of the third day, Lu Qianqian woke.
Her eyes opened to the white canvas of the tent.
And then she heard it—soft, gentle guitar notes.
She turned her head and saw Ji Yichen sitting in the glow of the setting sun.
Playing a melody she’d never heard before.
Quiet. Warm.
Like sunlight after rain, spilling over moss-covered stones.
She watched him. He felt her gaze.
Ji Yichen turned, their eyes meeting.
He stopped playing.
"Awake?" he asked, voice rough.
"Yeah."
"How do you feel?"
"Hungry."
Ji Yichen smiled.
It was the first time Lu Qianqian had seen him smile—not mocking, not aloof, just simple, genuine happiness.
He stood and walked out.
Moments later, he returned with a steaming bowl of porridge.
"The medical team made this," he said, scooping a spoonful and blowing on it before holding it to her lips.
Lu Qianqian didn’t refuse. She took the bite.
The warmth spread from her stomach straight to her heart.
Neither spoke.
One fed, the other ate.
The motions felt as natural as if they’d done this a thousand times before.
Outside, the camp was picking up the pieces.
Inside the tent, two survivors did the same.
In the face of such immense suffering and death, personal emotions seemed too trivial, too indulgent to voice.
So they didn’t.
They didn’t need to.
Some things had already quietly taken root in their hearts.
Half a month later, Lu Qianqian had mostly recovered.
The camp, too, had regained order.
That night, she called Lu Chenyan.
"Third Brother."
"Qianqian! How are you? I heard what happened—you scared me half to death!" His voice was thick with worry.
"I’m fine now," she said. "Third Brother, I need Summer Sound Records’ help."
"Name it!"
"I want to establish a dedicated mental health support fund."
Lu Qianqian looked at the people around her, still steeped in grief.
"Using music and art to help those who’ve endured trauma."
"Ji Yichen will be this project’s lead artistic advisor."
"I need you to use all of Summer Sound’s channels to promote this. We need more artists like him to join."
"Done," Lu Chenyan agreed without hesitation.
Lu Qianqian hung up and walked over to Ji Yichen.
He was teaching a simple melody to a little boy who’d lost a leg.
The boy fumbled through the notes, but for the first time in a long while, he was smiling.
"It’s settled with Third Brother," Lu Qianqian said.
Ji Yichen glanced at her and nodded.
"My new album," he said, "will be called Echo."
"To sing the stories of this place to those far away."
"And to bring the strength of the distant to here."
Lu Qianqian looked at him and smiled.
"Deal."
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
