Riceball07

"Wow, wow, wow--" The double-headed axe in the giant’s hand kept crying out. The sweet, overpowering fragrance from the black coffin in the restaurant wafted out. The ornate, gold-engraved giant doors had closed at some point, turning the entire restaurant into a "courtroom." Wearing a black robe and veil, Jiang Yan was held high in the giant’s arms, facing the players who were beginning to rise below. Amnesia, sleepwalking, the wife of the victim... Adding up all the conditions, if Jiang Yan were to judge for himself, he would think he was the murderer. "It wasn’t me," Jiang Yan said. Cang Rou sighed and said, "Child... you’ve lost the memories of your school life. I don’t know what exactly happened at the academy back then, but since then, you’ve developed a habit of sleepwalking. Every time you wake up, you lose the memory of your sleepwalking." "That’s it! That’s it!" The middle-aged man said excitedly. "So! We all had ...

 The car, which had been cruising smoothly, suddenly swerved for a moment. Jiang Yuanye’s hands instinctively tightened on the steering wheel, quickly correcting the car’s path back onto the right track. He thought, What the hell? That was terrifying. Zhou Chaosheng’s words... why did they have to sound so ambiguous? Jiang Yuanye, who had just recovered from his earlier bout of coughing felt it returning with a vengeance. A breath caught in his throat, triggering another fit of coughs. Before he could fully recover, a puzzled voice sounded beside him: “What’s wrong with you?” What’s wrong with me? How could the very cause of his predicament have the nerve to ask that? Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Jiang Yuanye plastered on his usual playful, carefree expression and teased with a sly smile, “Do you really want to know?” “…Mm.” Zhou Chaosheng hesitated slightly, his voice cautious. Noticing the subtle apprehension in Zhou Chaosheng’s tone, Jiang Yuanye’s mischievous...

 Jiang Yuanye's expression seemed to stiffen for a moment, then slowly relaxed. He pretended to speak casually: "She's already dead." Zhou Chaosheng was stunned for a moment. "Sorry..." Jiang Yuanye didn’t seem to mind at all and even smiled faintly. But upon closer inspection, there wasn’t a trace of humor in his eyes. "It’s fine. Maybe, for her, it was a kind of... relief." "Relief?" Jiang Yuanye turned the steering wheel, guiding the car onto the elevated highway. His voice, accompanied by the soothing light music, carried a hint of desolation: "Yes. When she was pregnant with me, Jiang Hai cheated on her, repeatedly using work trips as an excuse to indulge in drunken revelry in other women’s arms. She didn’t know about his infidelity until a mistress, pregnant, came knocking for money to terminate the pregnancy. At that time, she was already nine months pregnant and could only swallow the bitterness in silence." Jia...

 Zhou Chaosheng’s mind went completely blank for several seconds. The sound of the rain continued, the wipers scraping, and time seemed to stretch infinitely in that moment—paused, stretched, paused again. Back and forth, restless and unbearable. He could feel the other person’s fingers sinking into his hair, long and strong, brushing against his scalp, sending a tingling current through him. Jiang Yuanye let him go. Light returned to his vision. The breath that had been tangled in the air between them was fleeting. He blinked twice. His brain, now free from the haze, suddenly realized that his arch-enemy had kissed his thumb, not his lips. Damn. He was just joking… But Jiang Yuanye really kissed him?! "Does this... prove it?" The arch-enemy met his gaze at such a close distance. Outside, the white incandescent light sliced through the thin, heavy rain mist, reflecting in Jiang Yuanye’s unblinking eyes, staring right at him. Zhou Chaosheng could feel his own reflectio...

The night, like a black gauze hat, covered the entire city. The brilliant neon lights covered the buildings, and the yellow light from the street lamps swept across people’s faces, then was thrown behind the car. "co fan di sao goi zou yi fong hoi..." The car's sound system was playing a Cantonese song by Zhang Jingxuan. The soothing melody, unintentionally, pulled out a warm, dreamy feeling, creating a hint of sadness that was hard to explain. That kind of sadness made Zhou Chaosheng, who had never experienced the pain of love, involuntarily resonate. “What’s this song?” Zhou Chaosheng asked. "'Ai' by Zhang Jingxuan" Jiang Yuanye said. Zhou Chaosheng tilted his head, looking at the driver who was staring ahead, speaking without hesitation, "When you were abroad, I listened to this song every day to ease my emotions, as if listening to this song could stop my crazy longing for you." This is about Cheng Yuan, right? Zhou Chaosheng absen...