MTL - The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to Be in True Love - ~ 77 、

During the thirteen years of being friends with Nan Qiao, Yun Zhi confessed his love many times.
But every time, Nan Qiao would reject him with the words “We are friends”.
He said he was a friend, but he could express his possessiveness to her and help her drive away the peach blossoms around her.
They say they are friends, but they can be ambiguous with her, ask for something special, and exercise the rights of a lover.
When she bumped into her new relationship, Nan Qiao smiled and blessed her, hoping that she would find someone she likes soon.
On this day, Yun Zhi suddenly woke up.
She decided to give up Nan Qiao and start her own life.
–
On Qixi Festival, Nan Qiao asked Yun Zhi who hadn’t contacted her for a long time to come out for dinner.
She thought it was time for her to calm down after being angry for half a month, but she didn’t expect that at the dinner table, she brought another woman, Yu Mingxia.
The two behaved intimately, and Yu Mingxia looked at Yunzhi with even more ambiguous and lingering eyes.
For the first time, Nan Qiao felt panic like never before.
She thought that Yun Zhi was trying to anger her on purpose, and wanted to keep Yun Zhi away from Yu Mingxia as before, but she didn’t expect that it was Yu Mingxia’s voice that came through the phone.
Her voice was cold but clear——
“Zhizhi fell asleep.”
“In the future, you can contact me directly if you have anything to do. As a girlfriend, I will love you.”
But a few seconds later, she heard her laughing voice:
“But I advise you to be a good person and don’t think about meddling in other people’s feelings.”
It was then that Nan Qiao understood.
She seems to have lost Yun Zhi.
–
Nan Qiao always felt that the name Yu Mingxia was very familiar.
Later, she turned to the collection of outstanding students of her alma mater in high school, and she remembered it only when she saw the name of the 2012 science champion on it.
In her third year of high school, she threw a love letter to Yunzhi from someone else.
The signer was none other than Yu Mingxia.
[A multiple-choice question:
The person you have loved for many years, and the person who has loved you for many years, who would you choose? 】
*The title of the article is taken from Hebe Tien’s song “Friends Who Have Loved For a Long Time”
Read the guide:
① Same-sex marriageable, Yuncheng series, timeline 2024.
②Wife chasing crematorium [Cp change midway] / Secret love comes true. The official assistant Yunzhi Yu Mingxia.
③If you find that any character design or plot does not meet expectations, please stop the loss in time and respect each other. Happy reading~

Content tags: city love special liking love contract match made in heaven
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After an unexpected accident, An Luo was reborn as the young master of a business family. Even as his grandfather’s favored grandson, he seems to only be a cannon fodder in the brothers’ struggle to seize power. However, the most frightening thing is… the strange emotions that flicker in his little brother’s eyes as he looks at him. At that moment, overwhelmed by his brother, An Luo angrily thought: Could it be that he is doomed to never escape this vicious cycle of “brotherly love”?

An Luo(frowning): After rebirth, I don’t want to be together with some strange person.

Someone(suddenly appearing in the back, smiling): What did older brother just say?

An Luo: …Nothing.

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"There was a time in my life where I struggled to breathe. A time where I felt suffocated everyday, but then I met you."

-Turning the gears of fate.

A drop of ink can penetrate the walls, even the walls you took too long to build.

After losing her first love due to a traffic accident, Ibuki Sumire transfers to Tokyo. She wanted to escape, to run away from everything that happened. To start over in a place that didn't have him. But a series of clues lead her to investigating the case behind the accident.

In that place she learns about the masks people wear. The masks people wear to disgui se their feelings. Sometimes you have to look past what you see on the surface.

There she meets him, the person who helps her move forward. But Sumire quickly learns how alike they are. His cold personality is different than the kindness she is used to. However, he is the only one who understands her feelings.

It keeps going around in circles, like a drop of paint. Round and round - an endless stream of pain and lies. But, that stream ended the moment she laid her eyes on his paintings.

Such rich and vibrant colors, it felt like his emotions exploded. Yet, in the corner of his studio, she found it. The real him, a sakura painting of two people walking hand in hand.

A gentle and sweet feeling, something she has never felt before.

[Commissioned Cover by: Vatarison]

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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