Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

Just as she was about to grab it, Yan Weixi seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and fell down unexpectedly.

Li Yao witnessed her beloved fall again, and the bright moonlight was once again obscured by clouds, plunging her world back into darkness.

"puff!!!"

Li Yao collapsed to her knees on the ground, her anger causing the poison to take full effect, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Her vision gradually blurred.

She didn't understand why her Xixi died prematurely after the male and female leads died.

she does not know.

She really didn't know what to do.

Her already impoverished spiritual world collapsed completely.

Her mind became twisted, and she became even more paranoid in cursing the world.

I curse all the evil people who should die but live freely in this world.

Why do good, kind people die time and time again because of rumors and gossip?

Why do bad people who are full of lies thrive?

She doesn't agree!

She doesn't agree!

She hates this world!

Her consciousness completely dissipated. She was in the bright morning sun, under a blue sky with white clouds, on a day that, like the day she met him, was also summer—

He died with resentment.

She doesn't want to restart, she doesn't want to be reborn.

She was tired of this fate that she could never change.

The seemingly glamorous but actually corrupt and dark life of the destined protagonist.

At worst, she and her moonlight will fall into depravity together; at least her moonlight won't be alone.

She felt as if she had fallen into an endless sea, like a large ship sinking to the bottom, about to sank to the bottom of the sea with no chance of turning back, and she was unwilling to struggle to jump out of the sea.

Just when she had completely given up and was no longer willing to try to change things.

A voice that didn't belong to her rang in her hazy, confused mind.

"I can give you a chance, a chance to fight against the fate you believe is unfair."

Her dry, uncomfortable throat couldn't stop her from asking urgently, "What opportunity?"

"This opportunity comes at a great cost, but it offers a 50% chance of saving Yan Weixi."

"Don't rush to answer me. If you agree to this opportunity, you will be reborn countless times, watching your predetermined fate play out countless times."

"But don't worry, during this time, the deceased Yan Weixi is just an empty shell. You can even use this gap to learn anything and make yourself stronger."

"Only when the real Yan Weixi returns can everything begin to change."

"At that time, you will lose all memories of your own storyline, forget what you will experience, and only remember the memories of yourself and Yan Weixi, and the memories of why Yan Weixi died."

"That's why when Yan Weixi comes back, you will forget everything the male lead has done and may not be able to guard against... rape... happening."

"Not only that...you..."

The other person remained silent for a long time, as if time had frozen, until Li Yao anxiously shouted, "Speak quickly!" before finally speaking:

"Are you willing to give all your luck and a part of your soul to Yan Weixi? This means you will be even more unlucky, encounter more unfair things, and your spirit will be tormented and made even more stubborn."

Upon hearing this, Li Yao chuckled softly: "Do you know?"

"A person with low self-esteem, the little bit of moonlight she grasps is enough for her to live for a very, very long time."

"My moonlight illuminated my youth, how could I be so selfish as to refuse to protect her and only want to live by absorbing moonlight?"

"Of course I do."

The other person was shocked by Li Yao's realization and remained in a daze for a long time, muttering, "Does this world really have feelings of loving others more than oneself?"

Li Yao smiled but didn't say anything.

Realizing their lapse in composure, the other party stopped asking the question and reiterated the uncertainty involved:

"Are you sure you want to do this? What if your feelings for her can't overcome the male lead's natural attraction to you, and you forget your original intentions, fail to firmly choose her, and become a puppet of the plot again? Aren't you afraid?"

Li Yao's firm voice came through: "I'm sure."

*

The wind blew her down, and Yan Weixi, as an observer, seemed to be involved in the event as if she were also a participant.

The image of Li Yao in front of her shattered like glass, gradually returning to a blank state.

She stared blankly at the almost nonexistent emptiness before her. She had actually... died so many times?

If the little panda is not mistaken, Yan Weixi in this world is her previous life. So, how many times has she died?

A profound sense of helplessness surged into her heart like a fierce and relentless tide, carrying with it a host of negative emotions.

She watched herself die so many times, and watched Li Yao break down time and time again.

Her eyes began to mist over, and the despair in the scene seemed to tangibly permeate her, leaving her feeling lost and uneasy.

Yan Weixi seemed to sink into a slump, unable to process the buzzing and clamoring sounds in her ears, and she began to lose all sense of hearing.

Just as she was about to suffocate, it felt like someone had punched a large sinus in her head.

Yan Weixi: "?"

No.

Who hit her?

A cool breeze stirred in the still air, and she faintly caught a whiff of familiar floral scents. A voice, so ethereal it seemed about to be carried away by the wind, echoed in her mind:

"You stupid little Xi'er, can't you find the answer yourself if others can't find it? You've been waiting for others to answer, what kind of crap have I taught you! You're so stupid!"

"Oh! Just thinking that the disciple of the unparalleled, exceptionally strong, astonishingly famous, peerless, and exceptionally talented great magician Mingruo is so stupid makes me want to tell you to just smash your head against a wall and die!"

Upon hearing the familiar tone, Yan Weixi abruptly looked up, her pupils trembling involuntarily, her lips moving uncontrollably: "Grandma?"

"it's me."

Those two simple words instantly calmed Yan Weixi, who was feeling like a lone leaf adrift and lost.

The other person complained: "You're scared over such a trivial matter? Have you even done anything about it?"

Yan Weixi habitually lowered her head and honestly admitted her mistake: "I didn't do it..."

"Then hurry up and do it! Your grandmother has taught you so much useful knowledge, are you just going to let it go to waste?"

Yan Weixi knew she was in the wrong and didn't argue: "I understand..."

Yan Weixi remembered her grandmother saying that they would eventually reunite, and she looked up with hope: "Grandma, you're still in this world, right?"

"nonsense."

In that instant, Yan Weixi's heart was filled with intense excitement: "I understand, I will try my best to survive!"

At this moment, she shifted from being passive to being active, and for the first time wanted to survive in this world.

Afraid that her grandmother would soon ignore her, she asked solemnly, "Grandma, I want to ask you a question."

"What's the problem, little one?"

Yan Weixi almost spoke, weighing the weight of the question, hesitating whether to ask it or not. Once she asked, the emotions behind the question would be intertwined with her current situation.

But when she thought about Li Yao's firm choice of her, she looked up at the air and asked, "Those images, that Yan Weixi... was that me?"

Grandma knew everything, and her answers were always accurate, but she rarely gave them easily.

That's why the other party fell silent.

Yan Weixi habitually whine, "Tell me, Grandma!"

At these times, Grandma would helplessly confess everything, as if she were the apple of her eye, giving her whatever she wanted.

Sure enough, the other person said awkwardly and helplessly, "You're just taking advantage of how much I love you to dig a hole for me!"

"Yan Weixi in this world has always been you."

The answer was decisive. In the next instant, countless memories flooded Yan Weixi's mind. The vividness of the memories almost made her dizzy. The time the two spent together was clear in her mind, and all the feelings that arose during that time were as real and precious as gold.

Because she was his precious daughter, the other person couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Xi'er, are you sure you want to stay in this world? This world is too complicated and troublesome; you might not be able to handle it."

Yan Weixi nodded sincerely and confessed her feelings: "Before, I just wanted to live in this world to complete the mission and take a chance on the daughter of the richest man in three provinces."

The other person interrupted, saying, "You really have a clear goal in mind."

Yan Weixi, hands on her hips, said smugly, "Of course! Don't you know who I learned from!"

grandmother:"……"

She lowered her hands, no longer putting them on her hips, and looked gently into the distance: "But things are different now. You're here, so I'm definitely going to stay here. Even if you kick the bucket again, I can still burn some paper money for you here."

Grandma: "...Thank you so much, you're so filial!"

Ignoring her complaints, Yan Weixi continued to explain her own thoughts.

Her voice was as gentle as a cool evening breeze, dispelling the irritating summer heat:

"Besides..."

"I can't bear to see that idiot Li Yao lose."