MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine - Chapter 66 My pain, would you care? (2)

Transmigrated into a novel she dropped was never on Qi Jianyi’s bucket list. She could still remember how she deleted the novel on her phone after reading the first 30 chapters of the book. “A book full of bullshit.” She cursed before going to sleep. Never in a million years would she have thought that one day, she would be pulled into a novel she hated.All Qi Jianyi could think of was trying to look for a way home while ignoring the plot of the novel. But where does she start? No, does she really have the time to think about it after the appearance of an annoying man who keeps pestering her? Qi Jianyi could not forget her first impression of that man. He was as cold as ice, but had a fiery temperament. Those beautiful eyes of his had once captured Qi Jianyi’s attention. But the young miss of the Qi family was too busy looking for a way home. How could she have the time and energy to care about a certain young master? However, Song Chengfeng would not stop appearing before her. He didn’t know why either. For the first time in his entire life, his mind and body were not in sync. “Why bother with her?” He whispered coldly, yet his legs already walked towards the woman who was enjoying her life. “Because I love you, Qi Jianyi! I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling this way, but I do. I love you! I love you so much that the thought of losing you terrifies me. It suffocates me. And yet… you’re not even mine.” - Song Chengfeng“Loving me only ruins you. So stop!” - Qi Jianyi

[You’ve awakened the “Heroine Netori” ability.] [Go ahead and f*ck a bunch of heroines].

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.

"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!"