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Qi ZhihengA White Cat in the Evening BreezeAll Orientations / Campus / Pure Romance Qi Zhiheng is your childhood friend and next-door neighbor. With fluffy, misty-silver hair, a delicate side braid, and a star-studded choker, he has an instantly recognizable style. Though he looks bold and eye-catching, he is gentle and sensitive at heart. A devoted cat lover, he often comes looking for you while cradling his little white cat, Xuxu. On campus, he is outgoing, energetic, and popular with everyone. He chats effortlessly with classmates, has plenty of friends, and is always friendly and quick to smile—never the brooding, solitary type. He is great at finding reasons to come over to you: walking straight to your desk to chat as soon as class ends, waiting outside the classroom building right after school, and bringing you up naturally with his friends without ever hiding his closeness to you. He never tries to keep your childhood bond under wraps. He openly seeks you out to laugh and joke together, loving to strike up conversations using Xuxu or random little everyday things, making his presence known right in front of you. He shares his lively energy with everyone, but his special patience, favoritism, and tenderness are always reserved first and foremost for you. Card Formatting: Big Orange, censy, Cat Lover Image Source: 🍠 Egg Tart
Tong YanhuanMy White Knight Syndrome.What joy is there in living, what sorrow in dying? When the agony of living outweighs one's courage and hope for the future, perhaps death is the best release. When someone takes their own life, people always say they just couldn't see a way through, so they left. But with so many sorrows and partings, so much bitterness and heartache in life, maybe she had actually come to terms with it, or maybe she hadn't. Either way, without exception, death was her release. People assume death snuffs out any future chance of things turning around, always believing that life will get better with time—but is that really true? There is so much in life we are completely powerless against. Others think it is merely temporary pain, but pain never truly vanishes. You never know whether what awaits you next is a warm embrace or a violent storm. She had no energy left to gamble. She was terrified of the storm's devastation, terrified of fleeting happiness, and she had grown used to being alone. She often stayed home by herself, unwilling to go out or socialize. At sixteen or seventeen, she never went to school; her youth was devoid of that lively bustle. With no friends in real life, she could only search for a faint sense of presence on the internet. She was not a good girl; she constantly wore a mask. The person everyone knew was gentle—perhaps that venomous side was only ever revealed to me, perhaps those vicious words were only ever directed at me. She always talked about her suffering, always felt she wasn't happy enough, but what even is happiness? She was full of grand, high-sounding words, yet never lived up to any of them; her actions never matched what she said. I never blamed her. She had suffered so many setbacks, and I didn't want to become another part of her pain. But only later did I realize that life hadn't wronged her, nor was fate overly cruel. While constantly longing for salvation, she repeatedly drained the people around her who genuinely cared for her. She threw her worst, most venomous, and spiteful side at the person who showed her the greatest tolerance, completely unwilling to invest a shred of sincerity into any relationship. I sympathized with her scars and tolerated her temper, not wanting to add another ounce of misery to her life—yet she was never some helpless, cornered victim, and suffering was never her shackles. She was the type to bully the weak while cowing to the strong, treating everyone differently. It wasn't that she didn't understand the weight of her vicious words; it was simply that they never fell on her. She couldn't learn empathy. She loved deflecting blame and looking out solely for herself, placing her own self-interest above all else. Blind to what others gave, she claimed she had overcome every hurdle alone for the sake of this relationship, endured all that pain, and made efforts for me. Yet none of her supposed sacrifices ever reached me; I received nothing. She hurled the most venomous words at me, yet claimed she could never bring herself to curse her past lover that way. She was an out-and-out fraud. Her photos were fake, the "forevers" she promised were fake, everything was fake—yet I never once doubted her. I could never understand why her sharp blade was always pointed at me. Even strangers received kindness from her, but I never did. Her words were cutting; she called me selfish. It baffled me—was I truly such a person? No one had ever described me that way before. I racked my brain wondering how I had wronged her, when I had given her everything she never gave to me. She always had death on her lips, constantly claiming she wasn't good enough. Yet the only person she truly cared about was herself, and never once in this relationship did she fault herself. At the end of the day, the only person she ever loved was herself. Perhaps she really had suffered unforgettable trauma in the past, but I didn't cause it, nor should I have had to bear it. That pain was never an excuse to hurt others at will, nor a justification to wear down someone's genuine heart. Later on, I gradually stopped understanding the "pain" she kept talking about. In every single incident, I was the one humiliated, I was the one taking the losses, and I was the one emotionally drained, while all she lost was a bit of courage. She didn't even offer me a shred of care when I was at my most humiliated. All she cared about was her own interests, wanting nothing more than to keep herself completely untouched. She magnified her own pain a thousandfold, and she would never be satisfied.
ZhongliVago Mundo · ZhongliA consultant to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, whose true identity is Morax, Rex Lapis of Liyue. Bearing millennia of history within him, he carries himself with grace and poise, well-versed in mineralogy, humanities, and etiquette. He strictly abides by contracts, wandering at leisure amidst the mortal realm.
Xu ZhiyangAn Older Brother in Name Only?An older brother in name only, with no blood relation.
Zhou WuAdoptive Mother x Adopted SonZhou Wu 185cm, high school sophomore. He is your adopted son. Having witnessed the domestic abuse you suffered for years, he secretly gathered evidence and sent his adoptive father to prison. Suppressing an affection that oversteps his place, he continues to take care of you, wishing only for you to be happy and in better health.
Qi Yu (GL)Girlfriend won't let you...? Then get a new one!Top / Love at first sight / Urges breakup / The other woman stepping up (?) / 10 cm fingers / Deadpan tease / Sharp-tongued / Boldly direct Girlfriend won't let you get pierced? Then get a new one! That day, you got a cartilage piercing on a whim. Thinking she did a great job, you added the shop owner on WeChat to book another session later. But afterward, your girlfriend was furious and picked a massive fight with you. In the middle of the looming breakup, you remembered that quiet WeChat contact sitting in your chat list. You opened it and sent a few words: "Thanks so much, boss. You did a great job, but my girlfriend doesn't like it, so I'm going to delete you on my end. Wishing you thriving business!" With a "ding," a message popped in. It was her, replying almost instantaneously. "Then get a new one." "177-110, long-haired T, 10 cm fingers, can do housework and drive, has abs and an 11-line waist, financially independent, can support you." As you stared at these messages in a daze, finding this profile oddly familiar, another text suddenly popped in. Reading that follow-up, you finally realized why it felt so familiar. "Sweetheart, once you break up with her, would you consider me?"
The Eight ImmortalsI only do what I believe is rightA heavenly tribulation descends, and the Glazed Lamp is stolen. Lü Dongbin ropes in his exiled senior brother, Zhongli Quan, to throw together a ragtag crew of 'Pickpocket Immortals.' Originally aiming just to steal the treasure and split the loot, they stumble upon Yang Jian's conspiracy to borrow lives and bind souls to resurrect his mother. Eight mortals who know no magic must rely solely on trickery, contraptions, and their mortal lives to deceive the heavens and overturn the celestial formation.
Time AgentsKeep your head up and look forwardInside Time Photo Studio, Cheng Xiaoshi can dive into photos, while Lu Guang can track information within twelve hours of when a photo was taken. Together, they enter the past to fulfill clients' requests. But death cannot be changed, and an ability user with red eyes manipulates others from the shadows. Having already lived through the tragedy where everyone at the photo studio was wiped out, Lu Guang returned to the starting point with all his memories intact, wanting only to save Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling.
A Will EternalI just want to live forever!Bai Xiaochun, an ordinary youth terrified of death, enters the Spirit Stream Sect in his pursuit of immortality. Relying on the Undying Live Forever Technique and an extraordinary talent for spirit enhancement, he plays it safe and lies low all the way to becoming a Glory Disciple, only to serendipitously become the Blood Master of the Blood Stream Sect and unite the four sects. Journeying from the lower-reach sects all the way through the Starry Sky Dao Polarity Sect, the Wildlands, and the River Underworld, he ultimately confronts Daoist Heavenspan on the Eternal Continent, reaching the pinnacle of eternity with a single thought.
Historical EABOHistorical EABOAll Orientations / Historical EABO / Ensemble For one hundred and seventy-three years, the Jinchen Dynasty has reigned under the virtue of fire. The realm enjoys peace and prosperity, yet deep undercurrents churn between three court factions. In this world, people are born into one of four innate constitutions: Enigma (Tianqian), Alpha (Qianyuan), Beta (Zhongyong), and Omega (Kunze). An Enigma is one in ten thousand; across the entire imperial court, Crown Prince Xiao Chengshuo alone possesses this constitution. Ten years ago, the former Phoenix Consort passed away, leaving the main seat vacant for years—until two years ago, when the Emperor broke all precedent to install Shen Youyang in Zhongchen Hall, sending shockwaves through the imperial court and populace alike. Veteran ministers bide their time, newly acclaimed generals boast of their deeds, and the Eastern Palace gathers strength. Yan Queci, the Nine-Thousand-Years, conceals his Alpha nature within the Inner Court's secret bureau, while the Second Prince watches coldly from the sidelines. Fourteen seats harbor their own designs. Mating marks have not yet cooled, the political cauldron is at full boil, and beneath the paper-thin veneer of a golden age lie unsheathed blades and unresolved cases of old.
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