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A Highschool Girl From The Year 2005s Finds A Magic Phone On Her Way Home And A Male Highschool Student Finds The Same Magic Phone In The Year 2026 As When They Both Got Home The Male Checked Out The Phone And Facedtime The Only Number As There The Girl Picked Up
Shigaraki stands menacingly like the photo while Izuku is in a crouch position, trying to analyze how to win while Shigaraki stands there waiting
Our protagonist is a young man of 22 years old who was playing his favorite mmorpg but it hes the last player playing it. He then gets trapped as his character which is a demon and he is in his guild throne room and the npcs are alive.
At a snowy mountain long silver hair pale white skin 9’0ft tall barbarian wearing saber tooth tiger clothing walking around in the snow is a young man And women
A monk woman in orange robes an holding a golden staff with blue eyes long blonde hair talking to a middle aged woman in green and black with gray hair and green eyes
Panel 1 split Photo 1 asking photo 2 where is brother Oliver and sister Freya photo 1 saying they are away to get someone special a really nice birthday present next panel photo 2 put her head down Panel 2 split The maid standing by photo 1 chair adjusted her outfit and saying young miss please eat you must grow up big a strong to go with them next time but realize to late she said to much covers her mouth Panel 3 wide Saying miss Camila that is enough you can go now looking
Panel 1 wide Photo 4 the destroyed castle on a full moon night says we are hitting him with abilities that could destroy galaxies and he is just walking right through them as photo 2 & 3 using there ultimate ability photo 4 using her ultimate ability Panel 2 wide Photo 4 glowing Opal and Lime green saying Skyfall nova buster Panel 3 split Photo 4 with her arms out stretched in Opal and Lime green next panel photo 1 looks up at a massive power with three combined abilities above his head and says yes now that is power as a beautiful swelling Red-purple Yellow-orange Blue-green Opal and Lime green Panel 4 split As a massive explosion making a massive hole in the ground destroying everything next panel photo 2 stands in the rubble and smoke with light red light flashing through it is it over yet
Generate a visual concept art of a divinely handsome swordmans with short black hair fully bond in a asectic topknot with two sliver hairpins and white streaks of loose hair to frame his face....has gold eyes with a laid back personality and a pale complexion
Two sisters regressed back to life one called yoyo got pushed by her contact husband who cannot walk and the other the elder sister called sienna jumped to save her younger sister the bothbdied together when they regressed they regressed they remeberd everything so they make a plan to get as much money as they can and try to run away
Chapter 31 – The Night Everyone Lost Their Minds The dorm was chaos. Absolute chaos. And the reason? Jennie still couldn’t decide what to wear. ⸻ She stood in front of her closet. Her blonde hair was curled perfectly, but her outfit choices were covering half her bed. “Why is this harder than performing in front of hundreds of people?” ⸻ The door suddenly opened. Lisa walked in. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was styled perfectly, and she wore a black jacket with a sparkly top, cargo pants, and boots. She looked around. “Wow.” “What?” “You have created a clothing disaster.” Jennie crossed her arms. “I need help.” Lisa smiled. “I knew this day would come.” ⸻ Jennie held up two outfits. “Which one?” Lisa stared seriously. “Hmm.” A pause. “Felix would like the first one.” Jennie froze. “How do you know?” Lisa shrugged. “Because Felix is a boy.” “That explains nothing.” ⸻ Lisa picked up another outfit. “Actually, wear this one.” “Why?” “Because it says mysterious DJ.” Jennie nodded. “Okay.” “Wait.” Lisa grabbed another dress. “Actually this one says powerful.” Jennie blinked. “So which one?” Lisa thought. “Both.” “Lisa.” “Okay, okay. The dress.” ⸻ After another twenty minutes… Jennie finally decided. She wore a sleek black dress with silver details, a cropped jacket, and black boots. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her DJ-style accessories completed the look. She looked confident. Different. ⸻ When she walked downstairs… Everyone stopped. ⸻ Han’s mouth dropped open. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore a denim jacket over a hoodie with black jeans. “Okay.” “What?” “I forgot how to speak.” Jennie raised an eyebrow. “That might be the first peaceful moment you’ve ever created.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair was styled softly, and she wore a pastel jacket with a black outfit. “You look amazing.” Jisoo nodded. Her red hair was tied back elegantly, and she wore a stylish black outfit with boots. “Definitely.” ⸻ Hyunjin dramatically looked up. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black jacket with layered accessories. “The main character has arrived.” Han sighed. “Please stop.” ⸻ Then Felix walked downstairs. His black hair was styled neatly, and he wore a black button-up shirt with a jacket, dark jeans, and sneakers. He stopped. Completely stopped. ⸻ Jennie noticed. “What?” Felix blinked. “Nothing.” “Felix.” He looked away. “You just…” A pause. “You look really good.” ⸻ Everyone immediately reacted. ⸻ Han pointed. “HE FAILED.” Felix looked confused. “What?” “You tried to hide the blush.” “I wasn’t blushing.” Lisa laughed. “You absolutely were.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “Are you okay, basketball boy?” Felix recovered. “Yeah.” “Because your face says otherwise.” Everyone laughed. ⸻ Later… The group arrived at the dance event. Music filled the room. Lights flashed. Everyone was having the best time. ⸻ Jennie stepped onto the dance floor. And Felix forgot everything else. ⸻ He had seen Jennie confident before. On stage. During roast battles. During competitions. But this was different. She was just happy. Laughing. Dancing. Not caring what anyone thought. ⸻ Felix smiled. Han noticed. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just watching.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix looked back. And somehow… He knew. He was completely falling for her. ⸻ Meanwhile… The rest of the group became a disaster. ⸻ Jisoo was trying to teach everyone a dance move. “I am the instructor.” Han looked confused. “You don’t know the dance.” “I know the spirit of the dance.” ⸻ Hyunjin joined. “The movement represents freedom.” Han stared. “It’s literally just jumping.” ⸻ Rosé laughed so hard she had to sit down. Lisa recorded everything. “This is going to be used against all of you forever.” ⸻ Jennie walked over. “What is happening?” Han pointed. “Art.” Jennie looked at everyone. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” Felix smiled. “And you love it.” She paused. “…Maybe.” ⸻ At the end of the night… Everyone was exhausted. They arrived back at the dorm laughing. ⸻ Felix helped Jennie walk to her room because she was tired from dancing all night. “Careful.” “I’m fine.” “You almost walked into the wall.” “The wall moved.” Felix laughed. “The wall moved?” “Yes.” ⸻ He opened her bedroom door. “There.” Jennie looked at him. Then suddenly pointed. “You.” “What?” “You are officially my assistant.” Felix blinked. “Excuse me?” “Carry my trophy tomorrow.” “No.” “Wow.” She shook her head dramatically. “After all our friendship?” Felix laughed. “You are impossible.” ⸻ Before leaving, Felix placed her trophy safely on her desk. Then he smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” She looked at him. For once… No roast. No comeback. Just a smile. “Goodnight, Felix.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” She smirked. “Your dancing was terrible.” He laughed. “There she is.” ⸻ And as he walked away smiling… Felix realized something. The girl who used to drive him crazy… Was now the person he never wanted to stop being around.
Chapter 29 – Battle of the DJs Friday night. The biggest student DJ competition of the year. The prize? A trophy. Bragging rights. And a chance to perform at the city’s annual youth music festival. ⸻ The competition was being held at one of the city’s biggest music clubs. Since it was a school-sponsored event for student performers, there were teachers, security, and families in attendance. The dance floor was packed, the lights flashed across the room, and a huge stage stood at the center with an impressive DJ booth. The atmosphere was electric. ⸻ Jennie stepped backstage. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves with a few silver clips catching the lights. She wore a black cropped leather jacket over a silver top, baggy black cargo pants, fingerless gloves, and black combat boots. She looked calm. At least on the outside. ⸻ Felix found her adjusting her headphones. His black hair was neatly styled, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a fitted black T-shirt, dark athletic pants, and white sneakers. “Nervous?” Jennie didn’t even look up. “No.” “Liar.” “I’m professionally nervous.” Felix laughed. “I’ll allow that.” ⸻ Han suddenly burst through the backstage curtain. His messy brown hair looked even messier than usual. He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket with black jeans. “I HAVE NEWS!” Jennie sighed. “Is it good news?” “No.” “Then I don’t want it.” ⸻ Lisa walked in behind him. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was perfectly curled. She wore a black jacket, silver cargo pants, and platform boots. “The audience is huge.” Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair shimmered under the stage lights. She wore a lavender jacket, ripped jeans, and white boots. “They’re already cheering.” ⸻ Jisoo adjusted Jennie’s jacket. Her red hair was tied into a sleek ponytail, and she wore a cream blazer, black pants, and ankle boots. “You’ve practiced for this.” “You’ve got it.” ⸻ Hyunjin looked around dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black designer-style jacket with layered necklaces. “The energy…” Han interrupted. “Can you stop narrating life for five minutes?” ⸻ An announcer stepped onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen…” “Welcome to the Battle of the DJs!” The crowd erupted. Music blasted through the speakers. Lights swept across the room. ⸻ Contestants took turns performing. Each one had ten minutes. Each one received huge cheers. Jennie watched quietly. Felix stood beside her. “You ready?” She nodded once. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” ⸻ “And now…” “Our final contestant…” “JENNIE!” The entire club cheered. ⸻ Jennie walked onto the stage. The lights dimmed. She placed her headphones on. Closed her eyes. Pressed play. ⸻ The first beat hit. The crowd exploded. Jennie mixed songs effortlessly, building the energy with every transition. The dance floor filled in seconds. Even the judges leaned forward. ⸻ Backstage… Han’s mouth dropped open. “Okay…” “I knew she was good.” “I didn’t know she was THAT good.” Lisa smiled proudly. “Told you.” ⸻ Felix couldn’t stop smiling. He folded his arms. “She’s incredible.” Rosé looked at him. “You’ve got the biggest smile in the room.” Felix immediately looked away. “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” ⸻ Jennie’s final transition hit. The lights flashed. The crowd clapped in rhythm. By the end of her set… The entire club was cheering her name. “JENNIE!” “JENNIE!” “JENNIE!” ⸻ She walked backstage, trying to stay cool. “So…” Han ran over. “So?!” “You nearly blew the roof off this place!” Jennie laughed. “Relax.” “I will not relax!” ⸻ Felix walked up. “You were amazing.” Jennie smiled. “You’ve said that before.” “I’ll probably say it again.” She nudged his shoulder. “Careful.” “Why?” “You keep giving me compliments.” He grinned. “I’m just telling the truth.” ⸻ The announcer returned to the stage. “The judges have made their decision.” The room became silent. “In third place…” Cheers echoed. “In second place…” More applause. Jennie squeezed her hands together. Felix noticed. Without saying anything… He gently gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She looked at him. He simply smiled. ⸻ “And this year’s Battle of the DJs champion is…” A dramatic pause. “…JENNIE!” The entire club erupted. Han jumped so high he nearly knocked over a chair. Lisa screamed. Rosé hugged Jisoo. Hyunjin dramatically fell to one knee. “I KNEW IT!” ⸻ Jennie stood frozen. “Me?” The announcer laughed. “Yes, you.” Felix gently nudged her. “Go.” “You won.” ⸻ Jennie walked onto the stage. The trophy was placed in her hands. She looked out at the cheering crowd. Then down at her friends. Then at Felix. He gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled. A real one. The biggest smile anyone had seen from her. ⸻ Han yelled from the front row, “Speech!” Jennie picked up the microphone. “I only have one thing to say…” The crowd waited. She looked directly at Han. “…You’re still annoying.” The whole club burst into laughter. Han placed a hand over his heart. “I’ve never been so honored.” Felix laughed harder than anyone else. And somehow… Winning the competition felt amazing. But celebrating it with the people who had become her family… Made it even better.
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 step onto the stage as photo 2 with her eyes closed is standing saying hero are you ready photo 1 saying yes as he steps into the cycle of light Panel2 split photo 1 system glowing red with a dragon emblem as his eyes glow fire red Name Kevin level??? Class Dragon-knight has the ability to subjugate all dragons with the exception of God level being SSS+ MP 15,000 HP 11,990 photo 2 nearly opening her eyes to see photo 1 his stats are quite impressive Panel 3 wide Photo 2 with her eyes closed saying I'll accompany you to see the king standing next to photo 1 Panel 4 split Photo 1 walking through the castle along side photo 2 with her eyes closed photo 1 asking photo 2 how does she navigate the castle with out opening her eyes photo 2 saying with her eyes closed photo 2 saying I have the ability to see the energy all living things gives off even with my eyes closed I can still see the bright energy (as photo 2&1 reach the hall of the king) Panel 5 split Photo 3 sitting in his castle throne as photo 4 is standing beside him smiling with a hand on the throne photo 3 is sitting in photo 2 saying hello my king this is these are the heroes that was summoned photo 3 saying hello heroes I'm typhoon
Photo 1 standing 7’9 next to his 9’8 older brother photo 2 in in his Dragon skin armor with his deep blue eyes saying baby brother you are finally 18 time to start the trial of heroes the hercules test as a 7’0ft barbaren woman with her leopard skin clothing not and long blonde hair and green eyes saying hello my father sent me to be your wife but we must fight first prove yourself and she smile getting in a fighting stance photo 2 saying go ahead brother prove yourself
Four friends at a bar party having fun and enjoying the night when a bright light surrounds them transporting them to another world and there female friends with long hair and a blue dress
evil white haired villainess girl fall inlove with male lead tall guy with black long hair, purple eye colour. they kiss
A Highschool Girl From The Year 2005s Finds A Magic Phone On Her Way Home And A Male Highschool Student Finds The Same Magic Phone In The Year 2026 As When They Both Got Home The Male Checked Out The Phone And Facedtime The Only Number As There The Girl Picked Up
A super hero's job is difficult in a world filled with supers and this hero is tired and wants to find a woman or two to warm his bed, maybe even love. The hero is tall, handsome, with blonde hair and a fashionable undercut military haircut.
A tired young witch with short silver hair and a crooked black hat works the night shift at a tiny convenience store. Panel 1: She stands behind the register at 2:00 a.m., staring blankly at a glowing blue ghost who has placed a cup of instant noodles on the counter. The store is empty, fluorescent-lit, and rainy outside. The ghost looks nervous and searches its transparent pockets. Panel 2: The witch sighs and points to a handwritten sign that says, “NO SOULS, CURSES, OR ANCIENT COINS.” The embarrassed ghost holds up one ancient gold coin while the noodles begin floating beside it. Style: supernatural comedy, expressive faces, detailed modern manhwa art, cinematic lighting.
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Aaryan is rich rude cold guy in college..make intro of him ..get up from bed and get ready for college
Wearing a armor golden and white using her ability Ribbon dancing turning her ribbon into shape blades and sending wind blades thousands the air At photo 2 photo 2 in her blood red armor and white with the tips of her hair red and a split down the middle of her armor
Young light skin man moving to Japan during a monster out break
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 is a young girl with blonde hair and hazel green eyes A red design shirt a long skirt down to her knees black hair in pigtails 4’3 walking the a beautiful castle with knights in blue and gold armor Panel 2 split Photo 1 walks to the dining room where the table has food all over it at the table is her father a brown hair man with blue eyes wearing a black 1789 black suit and red vest with a pocket watch chain hanging out her mother is in a beautiful dress green and white with all white gloves green eyes and red lipstick light green mascara under her eyes next panel photo 1 saying hello mother and father.. the father says take a seat darling smiling gently Panel 3 wide A maid’s come in to help photo 1 to her seat picking her up
Panel 1 wide Photo 4 outside the castle walls night has fallen standing outside the portal on the ground as it full turns golden and white something coming out Panel 2 split Photo 1 ,2 & 3 top half of there bodies come out of the portal of golden light photo 1 wearing his new suit bright blue and gold armor with a police badge photo 2 a bright blue and white halo above her head photo 3 saying finally as they exits the portal to the courtyard of the castle in the night Panel 4 wide Photo 4 crying saying you guys made wiping her eyes Panel 3 wide
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked *Macy’s head lifts a little more. The idea of stopping the spread seems to momentarily cut through her haze of misery. Her eyes flicker between you and Alba, a sliver of desperate hope warring with her confusion.* You... you can do that? Make them stop? *Before you can answer, Alba steps directly in front of you, physically blocking your view of Macy. Her voice is low and dangerous.* Don't you dare make promises you can't keep. And don't you dare try to manipulate her. You think fixing the mess you made is going to change anything? *She leans in closer, her jaw tight.* This isn't about blocking photos. This is about you violating her trust in the worst possible way. You're not helping. You're trying to cover your tracks. *From behind Alba, Macy's small voice cuts in, a little stronger this time.* Alba, wait. How? How can you block them? *Alba doesn't turn, her glare fixed on you.* She's lying, Macy. It's a trick to make you think she's on your side. There's no way to just 'block' them once they're out there. Macy yes I have a way (looking down I reflect on the past where my father showed me how to make computer codes where I then got old and used coding skills to hack ATM machines for money I then look up and answer Macy) yes I can make a code that could act as a virus on any one’s computer or phone blocking your photos and videos even your name I don’t like to use this because on my past but to prove my innocence and to help a friend I’ll do what I can *Alba stares at you, her expression shifting from pure rage to sharp, cynical disbelief. A humorless smirk touches her lips.* Oh, I see. So now you're not just a backstabbing friend, you're a hacker too? That's your story? That you have some magic 'code' to fix everything? *She shakes her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.* This just makes you look more guilty. How convenient that you suddenly have the exact skills needed to do something like this. Maybe that's how you got the photos in the first place. Hacked her laptop. *Macy pushes herself up to a sitting position on the bed, her brows furrowed. The talk of viruses and codes seems to confuse and frighten her more than reassure her. She wraps her arms around her knees.* You can... hack things? Like, illegally? *The question is soft, laced with a new kind of uncertainty. The trust she once had in you is being replaced by the image of a stranger with a hidden, criminal past.* *Alba doesn't take her eyes off you. Her voice drops, losing its sarcastic edge and becoming colder, more calculating.* You say you have a past. What kind of past? Hacking ATMs, you said? Prove it. Show us. If you can really do what you say you can, do it right now. Block one photo. One comment. Let's see this 'code' of yours in action. *She gestures with her head towards the laptop still sitting on Macy's desk.* There's the computer. Go on. Show us what you can do.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Parallel world, Huaxia Dragon Kingdom, outside the gates of Modu University. The July breeze, carrying a hint of laziness, brushed past gently, announcing the arrival of the graduation season. Qin Yi, dressed in a black bachelor’s gown with a gray collar, held a bouquet of bright roses in his hands, seemingly unafraid of the scorching sun and indifferent to the countless curious or mocking gazes around him. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of apprehension and expectation, as if he were waiting for an unknown judgment. His gaze was locked on the school gate, silently counting the time in his heart, waiting for that familiar yet strange figure to appear. “Qin Yi, you have to promise me. When we graduate, we’ll wear our bachelor’s gowns together and take a commemorative photo at the school gate. You also have to prepare a big bouquet of roses for me, and then...” Memories flooded back like a tide, as those beautiful times spent with Su Mo replayed in Qin Yi’s mind like a movie. A smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of his mouth; those were the sweet memories that belonged to them. However, beautiful memories are always fleeting. A month ago, Su Mo suddenly initiated a breakup, without any warning or explanation. Her words were like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into Qin Yi’s heart. “Qin Yi, thank you for taking care of me these past three years and giving me a carefree time in university.” “I used to hear people say that love in university has no results. Breaking up upon graduation is a curse that no one can escape.” “Back then, I didn’t believe it. I thought you were my Prince Charming. I once dreamed that we would be together forever, from the campus to marriage...” “But only now do I understand that I was wrong, completely wrong!” “Love without material substance is like a handful of sand; it doesn’t even need the wind to blow, it just scatters after a few steps.” “So, Qin Yi, you understand what I mean. Let go! If you still love me, don’t come looking for me again.” “For the rest of my life, it will no longer be you!” “Don’t miss me! Don’t reply!” These were the last few words Su Mo had left for Qin Yi on WeChat. Since then, the WeChat chat box between Qin Yi and Su Mo was filled with nothing but one red exclamation mark after another. Today is July 1st, the day the graduates of Modu University leave the campus. Qin Yi had taken an overnight green-skinned train from his hometown of Jingnan to Modu, just to fulfill that original promise. However, the moment he stood at the school gate, he realized how foolish and ridiculous he was. ... At ten o’clock in the morning, it was exceptionally lively outside the gates of Modu University. Students dragged their suitcases out of the campus in an endless stream, their faces filled with expectation for the future and reluctance to leave the past. Among the crowd, a young man in a bachelor’s gown was particularly eye-catching; he was Qin Yi. Although the air was thick with the humidity and sweltering heat of the Plum Rain Season, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the onlookers. They gathered in small groups, their gazes focused on Qin Yi, as whispers rose and fell. “Hey, look at that guy. Isn’t that Qin Yi, the influential figure from our School of Economics?” a girl wearing glasses pointed at Qin Yi curiously and asked the classmate next to her. “Yes, yes, I remember now, it’s him!” a boy nearby added. “So it’s him. Why is he back now? Didn’t he have his graduation delayed?” a short-haired girl said curiously. “Delayed graduation? Why?” “Cough, you guys don’t know yet? It’s all over the school forum! They say Qin Yi’s family business ran into trouble and they owe a lot of money. Creditors go to his house every few days to demand payment. I heard that a while ago, his dad was even kidnapped by loan sharks and tortured quite badly...” a well-informed student said in a low voice. “Then he still dares to put on such a big show here? Isn’t he afraid the creditors will come knocking?” a tall boy joked. “Who knows, maybe he’s here for one last meeting. I heard that he and Su Mo, the department beauty of the Music Academy, have been dating since their sophomore year. Now Su Mo is really in the spotlight; I wonder if she’ll despise him.” a girl whispered. “Despise him? That’s for sure! If it were me, I would have said goodbye to him long ago. What’s the point of dating without money? It’s just a waste of youth,” a fashionably dressed girl said disdainfully. “Not necessarily. Maybe Su Mo is someone who values feelings. After all, they’ve been together for so long; there’s an emotional foundation,” a seemingly innocent girl defended Qin Yi. “Feelings? In this realistic society, can feelings put food on the table? Just wait and see, Su Mo will definitely break up with him,” a boy wearing headphones asserted coldly. The onlookers discussed fervently, each expressing their own opinions. Some sympathized with Qin Yi’s plight, while others sneered at his behavior. ... Listening to the discussions around him, Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He silently lowered his eyes, and the bouquet of roses in his hand swayed gently in the breeze, as if also recounting his loneliness and helplessness... Yeah, what am I doing back here? Ever since the family business met its Waterloo, those relatives who used to be so warm and welcoming have stayed away as if avoiding a plague, fearing they would be dragged into the turmoil. Come to think of it, Su Mo probably broke up with me for the same reason. Just as Qin Yi was torn in his heart about whether he should quietly leave, another commotion arose in the crowd... “Hey, hey, the main character is out! Want to bet? I bet the great department beauty Su will definitely break up with this kid! How about the loser treats everyone?” “A bet’s a bet. I bet Su Mo will stay loyal. After all, it’s a three-year relationship; it can’t just end like that...” ... Qin Yi took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and looked up toward the school gate. Su Mo’s figure came into view. She was still radiant, with exquisite makeup and a charming smile. Her white lace dress fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming white lotus. “Mo...” The words reached his lips, but Qin Yi forced them back down. Only because of the look Su Mo had just given him. When Su Mo saw Qin Yi, the smile on her face instantly froze, replaced by undisguised disdain and disgust. However, her gaze only lingered on Qin Yi’s face for a brief moment before immediately moving past him to look at the street behind him, her eyes filled with a bit of panic, as if she were worried about being seen by someone. A moment later, as if a weight had been lifted, Su Mo shifted her gaze back to Qin Yi and walked quickly toward him, her high heels making a crisp “da-da” sound against the ground. “What are you doing here! Didn’t I tell you everything on WeChat?! Can’t you understand? Do I really have to break up with you in person? Fine! Then I’ll tell you one more time! We’ve broken up! Acting like this now only makes me look down on you even more!” Su Mo’s tone was full of disdain and mockery, as if having Qin Yi as an ex was a very shameful thing. The surrounding crowd began to whisper, and the sound of discussion rose and fell. “See, I told you. How could Su Mo still be interested in this fallen Rich Second Generation?” “Sigh, Qin Yi is just asking for trouble. Knowing what kind of person Su Mo is, he still had to pull this stunt.” “I get it, Qin Yi just can’t let go... I heard that when this department beauty Su was dating Qin Yi, she made him spend quite a bit of money on her... Now that Qin Yi’s family is bankrupt, she wants to break up... That’s really heartless!” “I don’t like hearing that. How can you say it’s heartless? Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but they fly their separate ways when disaster strikes’? If it’s like that for married couples, let alone just a pair of lovers.” “Sigh, yeah. Who would want to be saddled with a mountain of debt right after graduation...” ... Qin Yi’s throat moved as he gripped the bouquet of roses tightly. He knew he was in a wretched state right now, but he still summoned the courage to hand the bouquet to Su Mo. “Momo, do you still remember the promise you made to me when we first started dating?” Hearing this, Su Mo’s expression froze slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred deep in her heart. “You said that when we graduate, you wanted me to prepare a bouquet of roses for you, and we would wear our bachelor’s gowns together...” However, before Qin Yi could finish, he was interrupted by Su Mo’s impatient wave of her hand. “Qin Yi, stop deceiving yourself! You think doing this will make me change my mind? I’m telling you, it’s impossible! We’ve already broken up. To me, you are nothing now!” “Momo, I didn’t come here today to pester you. I just wanted to fulfill our promise and put a full stop to this relationship.” Qin Yi’s voice was a bit choked. But Su Mo interrupted him impatiently: “Qin Yi, you are truly laughably naive! Do you think doing this can win me back? I’m telling you, it’s over between us! You have nothing now; what do you have to love me with? Just your words?” Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: “Momo, I know I have nothing right now, but I believe I will stand up again. Give me a little time, and I will prove to you that I, Qin Yi, am not someone who only speaks empty words.” Su Mo shook her head coldly: “Qin Yi, stop dreaming! Besides, I’ve already found a new partner; his family background is better than yours, and he’s richer than you. My life now is something you can’t even imagine. So, please don’t show up in front of me again. From now on, we are strangers!” Although Qin Yi had already had a premonition, when these cold and heartless words came out of Su Mo’s mouth, he still felt as if he had been struck by a ruthless heavy hammer. The last faint glimmer of hope in his heart shattered, and it felt as if something had split open in his chest, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The bouquet of roses that he had been holding tightly now seemed to have lost all its vitality, the petals drooping as if also mourning for this lost relationship. The onlookers also began to chime in with their discussions. “Those words are a bit too much. After all, they were together for three years; there’s no need to be so harsh.” Someone said indignantly. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect that Su Mo, who usually looks so gentle and harmless, would say such hurtful words.” Someone shook their head and sighed. “This is a typical ’Green Tea’; she acts pure and harmless on the surface, but in reality, she’s very calculating.” Someone commented disdainfully. “Sigh, Qin Yi is really pitiful. Being hurt by someone like that, I’m afraid it’ll be hard for him to believe in love again.” Someone sighed sympathetically. “Sigh, sweet words when there’s money, but turning cold and heartless when there’s none.” Someone lamented indignantly. Accused by those around her, Su Mo’s expression gradually became awkward. Her gaze toward Qin Yi, beyond disdain, now held a few more hints of disgust. Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a freezing point, a sharp car horn pierced the silence, drawing everyone’s attention. “Beep, beep, beep—” Everyone turned their heads to see a dazzling yellow sports car speeding over like a shooting star, coming to a steady stop on the street not far away. The sports car had sleek lines and a dazzling luster. The scissor doors slowly rose, and a man wearing sunglasses stepped out with a flourish. “Wow, a sports car! So cool!” “Oh my god, isn’t that the latest Maserati MC20? I heard it costs over three million to get one!” “Holy crap, for real? That expensive?!” “The guy in sunglasses is so handsome, such a strong aura. He’s totally my ideal type!” “He seems to be looking at me... Should I go up and strike up a conversation?” ... The onlookers instantly erupted into a frenzy. Emotions of envy, jealousy, and desire intertwined, forming an indescribable atmosphere. Su Mo’s gaze also shifted away from Qin Yi. When she saw the man in sunglasses walking toward her, her eyes immediately shimmered with a gentle light. Qin Yi watched this, feeling a sharp pang in his heart. Once upon a time, Su Mo used to look at him with such tenderness... Just as the man in sunglasses was about to reach Su Mo, she suddenly lowered her voice and said angrily to Qin Yi, “Qin Yi! Leave quickly. If you don’t care about your Face, I still care about mine!” No sooner had she spoken than the man in sunglasses stood before her. He glanced at Qin Yi, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth. What happened next left the onlookers even more dumbfounded. Disregarding the gazes of Qin Yi and the crowd, the man in sunglasses reached out to wrap his arm around Su Mo’s waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her deeply on the lips. “Whoa—” The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp. Qin Yi’s mind went blank, feeling a surge of rage rising from the bottom of his heart. The bouquet of roses in his hand slipped weakly to the ground. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists clenched until they cracked. A moment later, the man in sunglasses separated from Su Mo. He reached out to toy with her hair, his Face full of triumph. After all, kissing the department beauty in front of so many people gave any man a lot of Face. Not to mention, it was right in front of Qin Yi, the ex! Men simply loved to “show off” their affection in front of a woman’s ex to satisfy their own vanity. “Mo Mo, who is he!” Qin Yi’s gaze was like a torch, staring fixedly at the man in sunglasses. He gritted his teeth as if to crush the anger in his heart. The man in sunglasses turned leisurely, his hand sliding down Su Mo’s back. He inadvertently increased his grip, pulling Su Mo close to him, then sized Qin Yi up provocatively. Su Mo felt a bit of pain, but she still feigned a look of happiness on her Face. At this moment, as if declaring his sovereignty, the man in sunglasses pulled his shades down slightly, revealing his arrogant and smug Face with a mocking smile. “Wang Hao!” Qin Yi’s eyes widened. He looked at Wang Hao in disbelief, then turned his gaze back to Su Mo, his voice trembling as he asked, “Mo Mo, you... how can you be with him? Don’t you know? He’s just a scumbag who toys with feelings! He changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes! You’ll suffer if you’re with him!” Su Mo frowned, her Face showing disgust again as she glared at Qin Yi. “Qin Yi! What right do you have to talk about Brother Hao? I’ve already broken up with you! It’s none of your business who I’m with!” Wang Hao let go of Su Mo, walked up to Qin Yi, circled him, and said in a deliberately mocking tone, “Oho, oho... I wondered which devoted lover it was, but it’s actually Young Master Qin. What’s the matter? Has everything at Young Master Qin’s home been settled? Speaking of which, it’s been about half a year since we last met... Why are you still wearing a graduation gown in this heat? Aren’t you hot?” As Wang Hao spoke, he tugged at the graduation gown Qin Yi was wearing with a look of extreme disdain. Qin Yi clenched his fists, veins bulging as he glared at Wang Hao. “My business is none of your concern!” Wang Hao had never gotten along with Qin Yi; they were classmates. Previously, their family backgrounds were similar, but not only was Qin Yi’s family wealthy, his grades in school were also better than Wang Hao’s. Most importantly, Qin Yi was more handsome than him, so Wang Hao had been overshadowed by Qin Yi in every way during their college years. But who could have imagined that as graduation approached, Qin Yi’s family company would go bankrupt due to a broken capital chain. Not only that, according to Su Mo, Qin Yi’s father also owed a large amount of high-interest debt—the kind that ordinary people couldn’t pay off in several lifetimes even without eating or drinking... When he heard this news, Wang Hao couldn’t have been happier. He thought he had to find an opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Qin Yi and vent his hatred! Unfortunately, as soon as trouble hit Qin Yi’s home, he took a leave of absence and went back. Thus, Wang Hao could only set his sights on Su Mo. For a man, what could be more humiliating than having his woman touched by another? Originally, Wang Hao thought Qin Yi and Su Mo’s relationship was very strong, and it might take some effort. But who knew that Su Mo, who appeared pure and innocent like a white lotus on the surface, was actually a total gold-digger at heart. So, after Qin Yi took his leave and left the school, Wang Hao launched an offensive on Su Mo, showering her with various luxury goods and high-end restaurants regardless of the cost. Finally, a month ago, Su Mo was completely conquered by Wang Hao. At the same time, Wang Hao also learned about Qin Yi’s family matters from Su Mo. The posts on the campus forum about the bankruptcy of Qin Yi’s family were also spread by Wang Hao. Now that he had encountered Qin Yi again, Wang Hao naturally wouldn’t let this chance slip by. He had to “kick the dog while it’s down”! At this point, more and more people were gathering. Su Mo didn’t want things to become public knowledge either; after all, it wasn’t good for her reputation. So, Su Mo lowered her voice and said softly to Wang Hao, “Brother Hao, ignore him. It’s so hot outside, let’s go...” How could Wang Hao listen to Su Mo? He glanced at the roses on the ground and let out a disdainful chuckle. “Hehe, what did Young Master Qin just call me? A scumbag?” As Wang Hao spoke, his hand reached out recklessly to touch Su Mo’s Face. He hooked her chin with his finger and once again, provocatively and roughly, kissed her on the lips. It wasn’t until Su Mo felt she couldn’t breathe properly that Wang Hao let go of her, looking at Qin Yi with a provocative gaze. “Young Master Qin is right! Compared to Young Master Qin’s devotion, I, Wang Hao, am a bit of a scumbag. But so what? I have money! I’m happy to spend money on women. Especially ones like Mo Mo!” “You!” Qin Yi stared at Wang Hao in fury, his fists clenched tight, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour him. In the past, Wang Hao might have been wary of Qin Yi, as their families were of equal strength. But now, Qin Yi’s actions in Wang Hao’s eyes were nothing more than impotent rage. So, Wang Hao continued to provoke him. “What about ’you’? What? Want to hit me? I’m so scared...” Wang Hao took two more steps toward Qin Yi with a sleazy look, fearlessly thrusting his Face in front of Qin Yi’s. “Come on, hit me right here!” Infuriated, Qin Yi was about to strike out and teach this bastard a lesson. But unexpectedly, Wang Hao let out a cold laugh. “Think carefully! If this punch lands, you’ll either pay up or go to jail!” Qin Yi hesitated... If this were half a year ago, he would have thrown that punch without any hesitation! But now, he no longer had the capital to bear the consequences of that punch. If he were arrested, not only would his studies be affected, but it would also place an even greater burden on his parents... His family could no longer afford it... Thinking of this, Qin Yi backed down, his clenched fists slowly loosening. Seeing this, Wang Hao gave a cold smile and spat disdainfully. “Pah! Dammit, you coward! You’ve got no strength, yet you’re so damn good at putting on an act!” After saying that, Wang Hao lifted his foot and, as if trying to crush Qin Yi to death, stomped hard on the bouquet of roses on the ground. Those once delicate flowers were ruthlessly crushed, and Qin Yi’s heart broke along with them. His dignity, his love, his everything—at this moment, they were all trampled underfoot by this bastard Wang Hao... Qin Yi lowered his eyes, disheartened, wanting only to turn around and leave. But Wang Hao had no intention of letting Qin Yi off so easily! The humiliation wasn’t enough! “Stop! Did I say you could leave?!” Qin Yi looked up, his eyes flashing with the light of anger. “Wang Hao! Don’t you fucking go too far!” he roared. Wang Hao showed no fear; instead, he became even more arrogant. “Too far? I’ll show you what ’too far’ means!” He snatched the bag from Su Mo’s shoulder, pulled out a few bills, and threw them in Qin Yi’s Face. “Take this money as compensation for you!” Having said that, Wang Hao was about to turn and leave, but then seemed to remember something. He leaned into Qin Yi’s ear and whispered another mockery. “By the way, there’s one thing I almost forgot to tell you! I took Su Mo’s first time! Qin Yi, should I call you devoted or just stupid? I really didn’t expect that after being with Su Mo for three years, she was still a virgin... Back then, you were rich and handsome, so why didn’t you just take her? Could it be that your equipment doesn’t work? But I should still thank you for that! Don’t worry, after my day-and-night training during this time, she’s very familiar with all kinds of positions now! Oh, by the way, I have plenty of videos and photos on my phone. If you’re interested, I don’t mind letting you have a look! After all, sharing joy is better than keeping it to yourself...” Qin Yi was completely enraged. “Wang Hao! Fuck your ancestors!” He threw a punch toward Wang Hao’s Face. Since Wang Hao had chosen to use this matter to completely provoke Qin Yi, he was naturally prepared. He quickly retreated and grabbed Su Mo, pulling her in front of him. Wang Hao was different from Qin Yi; he wouldn’t cherish Su Mo just because she was his woman now. To him, women were nothing more than playthings! He, Wang Hao, wouldn’t be as stupid as Qin Yi and get hurt for a woman! “Ah...” Su Mo screamed and closed her eyes, terrified. Qin Yi’s punch stalled in mid-air; he hesitated. Taking the opportunity, Wang Hao raised his leg and kicked Qin Yi hard in the abdomen. Qin Yi staggered back in pain, glaring at Wang Hao. “Wang Hao! You bastard! You actually used a woman as a shield!” he roared. “Hahaha, Qin Yi! If I say you’re stupid, you really are! Think carefully! Can you afford the consequences of hitting me? Think about your dad, think about your mom, think about the debts your family owes! You useless trash!” Qin Yi looked at Wang Hao, his eyes nearly bursting. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, but in the end, he let go... Some of the people around shook their heads and sighed, feeling the injustice for Qin Yi; others mocked him, calling him a spineless coward... But only Qin Yi knew that although he had lost, he hadn’t lost to Wang Hao, but to his family ties! Seeing Qin Yi like this, Wang Hao laughed loudly and turned around, his hand recklessly resting on Su Mo’s perky butt, squeezing it at will. “Let’s go! Dammit, I’m happy today! Which bag did you mention last time?” “Oh, you’re so annoying, Brother Hao, so many people are watching...” Su Mo pressed close to Wang Hao, pulling his wandering arm around her waist. Her voice was extremely artificial, as if she had already forgotten how Wang Hao had just used her as a human shield. “Let them look! Let them watch...” Soon, amidst gazes of either envy or disdain, Wang Hao and Su Mo got into the yellow sports car. Then, the engine roared, and the yellow sports car thundered away from Modu University. Seeing that the main parties had left, the onlookers also lost interest. Meanwhile, Qin Yi remained standing there dazed. A clear footprint had been added to his graduation gown. A few hundred-yuan bills were scattered on the ground, drifting in the breeze along with the crushed rose petals.