In most cases, when conflicts arise between couples, one party may act playfully or mischievously, causing the other to eventually laugh, and the conflict gradually resolves itself.

However, sometimes when it touches on principled issues, humor and mischief are ineffective, sometimes even counterproductive.

The power of words is weak in such situations because everyone knows that actions speak louder than words.

No matter how well someone knows your thoughts, as if they’re a worm in your stomach, and no matter how well they speak, if their actions cross a line, like insisting on having both left and right...

Then better get as far away as possible! Heartfelt connection with me? Disgusting!

That’s what Huang Tianxuan thought, and that’s what Zhao Qingge thought too.

Li Peifeng talked with the former for over an hour, but Miss Huang remained unmoved, clearly stating that if he continued to have unrealistic fantasies, he could do as he wished.

After making her stance clear, Huang Tianxuan went downstairs and returned to her room.

"It seems the attempt to mend things has failed."

Li Peifeng wasn’t disheartened, cleaned off the perfume on him, then went downstairs too, using a discussion topic as an excuse, came to Zhao Qingge’s bedroom, trying to warm Old Zhao’s confused heart.

But it was still in vain.

Zhao Qingge responded coldly throughout, until finally, she impatiently kicked him out.

"Go write your articles, submit your work as soon as possible, stop bothering me here!"

After leaving Zhao Qingge’s bedroom, Li Peifeng felt a bit disheartened, but quickly calmed down, analyzing the reasons for the two girls’ firm attitudes.

According to common sense, after the five-in-one Shared Dream, they knew each other’s relationships but could still barely tolerate them, turning a blind eye. Why the outbreak now, pushing him to make a statement?

Had they really been unable to tolerate any longer, but why right at this moment?

"Perhaps being cooped up together isn’t a good thing either. Living under the same roof, seeing each other’s existence, makes them more aware of the harsh reality, depleting their patience faster, thus wanting me to make a choice sooner..."

"It’s understandable though, I couldn’t expect all four of us living together to be harmonious, could I?"

Li Peifeng felt he had figured out the key points, and understanding this logic, he didn’t hold high expectations for Huang Tianxuan’s attitude towards him post-Shared Dream anymore.

"Do my best, and leave the rest to fate."

In the afternoon, Li Peifeng was busy with his thesis, had a rushed dinner, flipped through his old papers to research his topic, wrote a not very meaningful article, and soon it was ten at night.

"It’s about time."

Thinking this in his heart, Li Peifeng went downstairs to Wu Wenyue’s room, planning to observe when the adjacent Huang Tianxuan would turn off her lights and fall asleep, so he could also take the perfume and head to the dream.

Unaware of his insidious intentions, Wu Wenyue was earnestly studying composition at her computer, felt very happy to see Li Peifeng’s arrival, teasingly said: "Just in time, I haven’t even turned on the electric blanket, go in there and warm the bed for me."

"Be quiet, the light in the director’s room has gone off."

Li Peifeng warned softly, stepped to the bed and switched on the electric blanket for her.

Wu Wenyue pursed her lips and said: "I bet the attic is quite cold without an electric blanket, why don’t you sleep here tonight?"

Li Peifeng changed the topic: "Does your stomach hurt? Do you want me to get you a basin of water for a foot soak, and then give you a foot massage?"

"No need."

Wu Wenyue shook her head, got up pulling him to sit by the bed, eyes bright: "You haven’t told me yet what you talked about with Sister Xuan today. I asked He Yimeng, but she said it’s confidential for customers, and wouldn’t reveal any content."

Li Peifeng was silent for a moment, suddenly laughed: "We talked about things that would make you and Manning happy, please tell Manning not to treat her as such a big enemy. Because Tianxuan and I will really just be ordinary friends in the future... maybe even not friends at all."

Upon hearing this answer, Wu Wenyue wasn’t surprised, nor joyful, even her brow slightly furrowing, and her expression somewhat serious: "Is what you’re saying true?"

Li Peifeng nodded slightly, Wu Wenyue was silent for a moment, softly asked: "What about over at Professor Zhao’s?"

"She’s the same."

Li Peifeng lay down on the bed, took a deep breath: "Perhaps this is best for everyone. I shouldn’t make them endure grievances and bear immense real-world pressure for my own selfish desires and greed."

Have you finally seen the light? As if!

Wu Wenyue didn’t believe Li Peifeng would give up so easily; in several Shared Dreams, the tactics he used for harems were vast, and now facing some setbacks, would he just abandon ship?

It doesn’t conform to Li’s style!

Thus, Wu Wenyue coldly remarked: "Are you thinking that since they’re ignoring you, you’ll decide to temporarily set aside this matter and act later when the opportunity arises. You’re saying this to ease my mind, to prevent me from telling Manning about you?"

If you think so, there’s nothing I can do!

Suppressing the urge to say these ’scumbag quotes NO1’, Li Peifeng cleared his throat: "How could that be? Come on, Brother Yue, give me a hug. I’m really sad right now, and urgently need your embrace to warm me."

Wu Wenyue snorted with a cold laugh, flipping over to pin him by the chest: "My blood runs hotter, it’ll give you third-degree burns, wanna try?"

"Stop fooling around, stop fooling around."

In the blink of an eye, it was eleven o’clock; when Li Peifeng heard the noise of Huang Tianxuan coming out to wash, he didn’t rush to leave immediately. Instead, he stayed with Wu Wenyue for a bit longer, coaxed her to sleep too, and then returned to the attic.

"Let’s go for something as powerful as today again."

As usual, Li Peifeng poured two drops of [Breath of the Nether Sea] into the cap, drank it all, then lay down on the bed, feeling the onrushing intoxication, and gradually fell asleep.

Yet before becoming fully awake, as per usual, in the slightly bitter with spicy salty perfume, Li Peifeng tasted a sweetness similar to Bamboo Leaf Green.

Although reality was sinking into an abyss of difficulties,

in the dream, he might break through these shackles.

After all, for all the suffering life brings, sleep is the best self-repair.

...

The next morning at 7:10, Li Peifeng slowly opened his eyes. Initially, his gaze was bewildered and cloudy due to just exiting the dream, but upon seeing the familiar interior, he gradually regained clarity.

"What a great dream."

He sat dazed on the bed for a few moments, muttered to himself, then threw back the covers, got up, and didn’t go to the bathroom to wash or perform his morning water-drinking routine. Instead, he turned on his computer and sat down at the desk.

The booting screen flashed across the monitor, Li Peifeng rested his elbow on the desk, his right hand propped up his chin, his eyes momentarily showing a vague, indescribable look.

Only after the desktop appeared for a while did he belatedly grab the mouse, opened his writing software, and entered "The Chronicles of Sword and Law".

Then, without hesitation, he deleted the previously written 5,000-word draft and began typing a new text in a blank document;

Summary: "I’ve dreamed of it countless times; six lands and nine archipelagos, hundreds of spirits and thousands of heroes, where magic and science blend, materialism and idealism tangle, divine rights and royal authority clash, Empire and Kangmi confront. After the storm, the old stories of ten thousand years flow with the water, the epic poems of beings shine under the dual sun, linger long beneath the dark moon, sung high or completely forgotten."

"I’ve dreamed of it countless times; familiar with the sudden rise of skyscrapers and the downfall of dynasties, whether the demise of individual lives or the flourishing and withering of entire races, it’s as mundane as each tide of the Nether Sea. Splendor or demise, brilliance or dimness, cannot stop the ongoing transformation of star charts, with mountains rising from the sea."

"I’ve dreamed of it countless times; libertines die for loyalty, schemers die for fidelity, thieves die for dedication, selfish ones die for sacrifice, materialists die for idealism, idealists die for materialism, sunflowers die before dawn, wildgrass perishes in unregarded winds. The quantum ocean rolls mightily, entropy rises and falls with the tides..."

"I thought all of this had nothing to do with me, until one day I awoke from a lonely boat in the center of the Nether Sea, and the fate of the ocean and this world split before my eyes. Half red, half black."

"I shall rouse soldiers on the ground, retell the moral codes, I want the Demon Sect Star Cluster to become a ghost meandering in the universe, but before that, I have to navigate the lonely boat to survive on the Nether Sea, no matter where I go, no matter facing misery or desolation."

"This is a story happening 200 billion light years away, a chronicle existing on a certain fantasy planet."

"Perhaps."