Time flowed slowly...
And then came another morning.
The white-haired girl, as usual, went to the flower garden blooming with a hundred flowers to look for Luo Wei.
The bench was empty, and the lonely figure that used to be there was nowhere to be seen.
Ophelia frowned slightly.
Every day, he would sit here for a while. Why was he not here today?
Ophelia immediately turned around and hurried back to the manor.
"Your Highness, breakfast is ready..."
Ophelia immediately looked at Caroline in the dream, "Where is Luo Wei? Where is he?"
"Mr. Luo Wei should still be in his room, not awake yet," she replied.
Recently, due to Luo Wei's bad mood, Ophelia had stopped all the aristocratic etiquette classes and no longer had the maids wake him up, wanting the big lazybones to sleep until he naturally woke up.
But before this, Luo Wei had been used to getting up on time every day...
Thinking of this, Ophelia did not hesitate and rushed anxiously towards his room.
The door was tightly closed, and the crack under the door was pitch black, probably with the curtains still drawn.
Had he slept... until this time?
A vague unease rose in Ophelia's heart.
She gently touched the doorknob, cautiously twisted it, and pushed...
As the door opened, a scream immediately rang out from the maid Susan beside her.
Ophelia could not believe her eyes as she lifted her head, her gaze following Luo Wei's ankle all the way to the ceiling of the bedroom.
Just a sheet twisted into a rope, yet so sturdy, firmly suspending his body in the center of the room. Due to the slight air movement caused by the opening door, his already stiff body swayed gently.
The maids rushed in, trying to help the suspended Luo Wei down.
Ophelia, however, did not move. She stood there dumbfounded, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing.
The maids frantically tried to save him, but it was already too late. Luo Wei's twisted and pale face was just turned towards her, and Ophelia stared at Luo Wei's corpse, her mouth opening as if to say something, but she could not utter a single word.
In that instant, the world seemed to spin around her.
Everything in her vision blurred.
How could this...
Why?
Why did he die? Why did he commit suicide??
This must be a joke...
She covered her mouth, her body trembling violently, a strong, indescribable emotion enveloping her.
Guilt, remorse, regret...
Was it because of me?
It must have been, right... Was it because I pushed too hard, making it hard for him to breathe?
Mysteriously, Ophelia suddenly recalled...
A bird.
A poor bird trapped in a cage, the unfortunate bird that ended up dying with a broken head and bleeding.
Even though the cage was filled with food, even though the room was so warm, with no natural predators... it still yearned for that free sky.
Even if it was battered and bruised, until the very last moment of its life... it still yearned for freedom.
Ophelia's body slid weakly to the ground.
So... it was because of me.
I made Luo Wei like this, it was my stubbornness that made him choose to commit suicide...
"Your Highness..."
The maids tried to help her up.
Ophelia showed no reaction. She just silently stepped forward and touched Luo Wei's pale and cold cheek.
Her originally clear light-colored eyes are now filled with bloodshot redness.
He... could he really die?
Could such a thing happen to him? To this guy who was always so carefree and joking? Didn't he say he had nine lives?
Ophelia stared at Luo Wei's corpse, at the curtains blown by the wind, and suddenly, her eyes widened.
Wait...
A dream.
This is a dream! This is a dream!
The immersion of the dream realm was too deep; I actually forgot that this was just a dream!!
A hint of joy appeared in her eyes.
There's still a chance, there's still a chance to change...
...
In a luxurious bedroom on the east side of the manor, in the suburbs of Saint Callen.
The warm sunlight filtering through the curtains fell on Luo Wei's cheek, and it was already late morning in reality.
He yawned, lifted the soft blanket, and stretched his arms.
Another long dream, and every time I have such a dream, I feel so tired, as if I want to go back to sleep for a while.
Only then did Luo Wei have the heart to recall what happened in the dream.
It's always like this, a lucid dream doesn't mean you can synchronize memories with the dream. Every morning when I wake up, I have to mentally remind myself for a while to recall what happened in the dream.
Even so, most of it is fragmented and needs to be pieced together carefully.
Just as Luo Wei was about to follow his usual routine to recall the dream, his door was slammed open.
Luo Wei was immediately startled.
He quickly looked over and saw Ophelia, looking haggard, standing in front of him.
"Hmm? What's wrong with you?" Luo Wei noticed the dark circles under her eyes, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Unexpectedly, Ophelia, at the first sight of him, directly rushed over.
Luo Wei was startled, thinking she had already discovered his little tricks in the dream, and quickly got up.
However, she suddenly threw herself onto him, hugging Luo Wei's waist tightly.
The front of his pajamas suddenly became wet, and Luo Wei looked down in confusion.
Was she crying?
"Are you... okay... Ophelia?"
Luo Wei gently stroked her back, her body trembling as if she was really crying.
Seeing her like this, Luo Wei quickly recalled his dream, wondering what had happened.
"Luo Wei..."
Ophelia's voice was muffled in his arms.
Suddenly, fragments of the dream flashed through Luo Wei's mind, and in an instant, he understood what had happened.
"You... had a nightmare, didn't you..." He smiled helplessly, only able to comfort her like this.
"Don't be afraid, it's all over..."
Ophelia stayed buried in Luo Wei's arms for a long time before finally raising her head.
Her bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Luo Wei's face, as if he would disappear in the next second.
"That's great..."
"You're still alive... you're still alive..."
Luo Wei gently hugged her, smiling and saying, "Of course, I'm still alive. Or are we meeting in hell right now?"
"I thought... I would never see you again... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
She kept murmuring like this, then lowered her head again.
"What are you sorry for..." Luo Wei pretended to be puzzled and looked at her.
However, Ophelia did not explain a single word. She buried herself in Luo Wei's arms, finally breaking down emotionally—
She burst into loud sobs.
Luo Wei glanced at the door, where the maids Caroline and Susan looked at Ophelia, who was crying and venting on him, with worried expressions.
Luo Wei waved his hand, and the maids gently closed the door.
In the end, there were only the sounds of crying left in the room.
And Luo Wei's laughter.
He looked down at Ophelia and smiled inexplicably, not as if he was comforting her...
But rather like he was mocking.
This is just the beginning...
The regret of losing the one you love the most, the eternal pain and torment engraved deep in the subconscious...
Such a "life-long regret" aesthetic is specially tailored for you.
You have to taste it~
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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)
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
