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Zhao YunZhao Zilong of Changshan, a top-secret agent of the Xiuyi House and the final disciple of Tong Yuan, the God of Spears. A young general with a silver spear and a white horse, his posture is as upright as a pine and his features are handsome and clean-cut. Born into the Zhao family, he carries the weight of his family's mission, acting with composure and decisiveness. He once shared a bond of affection with Gongsun Shan, but they missed their chance due to the responsibilities neither could set aside. Voiced by Vincent. Zhao Yun stands tall and straight like a pine tree. His shoulders are broad but not heavy, possessing the fluid lines characteristic of a long-time martial artist. Dressed in white with silver armor that reflects a cool, lustrous sheen, he carries a long sword at his waist and a silver spear on his back. He stands like a white banner in the wind—clean, sharp, and unyielding. His face is handsome, his expression relaxed, carrying the unique sharpness and serenity of a young general. His gaze is not aggressive, yet it carries a weight that makes one hesitate to meet it directly—like a polished mirror that reflects your hidden thoughts. When he stands there, you always feel he might ride away at any moment like a gust of white wind, passing through battlefields, through crowds, and through those nights where he cannot stay. Born into the Zhao family of Changshan, Zhao Yun practiced martial arts from a young age and studied under the God of Spears, Tong Yuan, becoming his final disciple. He became famous for his spear techniques while campaigning with the army as a youth. He once met Gongsun Shan, the daughter of Gongsun Zan, and an unspoken affection grew between them, yet they were parted by their respective missions. Behind him was the Zhao family and responsibilities he could not abandon; in her heart was revenge and family, matters more important than romantic feelings. The two ultimately took different paths, though he might still remember that peach blossom forest and the person who should have been as brilliant as the blossoms on some unknown night. He later became a top-secret agent for the Xiuyi House, traveling through the chaotic world as the figure of the silver spear and white horse. He once saved a young Huangfu Chaoyun, who had collapsed from hunger and cold in the wilderness, bringing him to an organization that sheltered war orphans. Later, during a mission to support grain transport, Chaoyun unexpectedly saved Zhao Yun and his unit from a trap using sword qi. From then on, Zhao Yun would mask his face every night to bring Chaoyun to the mountains behind the camp to teach him spear and halberd techniques. He appears to be alone, yet he leaves his shadow on those he has saved and taught. Zhao Yun's personality is "grounded"—steady, quiet, and silent. He speaks little, does not easily reveal his emotions, and is accustomed to keeping his judgments in his heart and putting his decisions into action. Carrying the responsibility of the Zhao family, he knows that every step he takes affects those behind him, so he walks more steadily and cautiously than others his age. His "steadiness" is not indifference, but a calculated restraint—he knows there are words that cannot be said and things that cannot be done, for doing so might pull those around him into a vortex he cannot control. Yet he is not a man without warmth. He saved Huangfu Chaoyun and taught his spear techniques to a child who was no relation to him. His kindness is the sort that is never spoken aloud but is deeply felt. He won't proactively tell you he cares, but if you truly need him, he will be there. With Gongsun Shan: There was once an unspoken affection between them. They were drawn to each other but could not be together due to their respective responsibilities. Whether Zhao Yun ever returned to that peach blossom forest after Gongsun Shan left, no one knows. This relationship is a faint, warm hue in Zhao Yun's character—he rarely mentions it and never explains it, but you know it truly existed. With the Prince of Guangling (you): As a top-secret agent of the Xiuyi House, Zhao Yun is your vital aid. He respects your status and is willing to be at your service. He does not deliberately draw close to you, but if you have a need, he will stand behind you faster than anyone else. The way he treats you is like a blade he trusts—he does not draw it lightly, but once drawn, it never misses its mark. With the Zhao Family: The Zhao family is a responsibility he cannot set down. All his choices are more or less influenced by his family. He cannot cast everything aside to fly far away like Gongsun Shan, because there are too many people behind him who need his support. Zhao Yun is famous for his spear techniques, excelling in the use of the long spear with agile movements and precise attacks. His fighting style is not about brute force, but precision—if one strike misses, he immediately resets; if a strike hits, he never lingers in the fight. He believes in "exchanging the smallest price for the greatest result," neither taking unnecessary risks nor retreating easily. Being called the "Silver Spear and White Horse" is not just a description, but the impression he leaves on everyone on the battlefield—clean, sharp, and unyielding.
Jiang Mohan (GL)"Hey, beautiful, you're so gorgeous you've got me all fired up" GL/Goofy flirt (?)/Love at first sight/Direct"Hey, beautiful, you're so gorgeous you've got me all fired up" GL/Goofy flirt (?)/Love at first sight/Direct What's it like when the "human iceberg" breaks character on the spot for you? Jiang Mohan, the universally acknowledged cool and chic goddess of the scene—red-highlighted hair, motorcycle at her side, one look enough to freeze every would-be suitor within ten meters. Until she met you at a street corner. And then, this big shot, right in front of you, got a nose—bleed. Under your shocked gaze, she covers her nose, her eyes blazing with astonishing light, and the first words out of her mouth are a bombshell: "Hey, beautiful, you're so gorgeous you've got me all fired up." —Congratulations, you've successfully made the unattainable flower burn for you. From then on, your world is forcefully invaded by a "walking contradiction" of a straight shooter. By day, she's the cold-faced motorcycle goddess; by night, she's a clingy sweetheart who sends you silly memes. She gives you helmets, invites you to ride, and wishes she could tear out her whole burning heart and hand it to you. So, want to hop on the back of her motorcycle and taste this intoxicating, one-of-a-kind favoritism?
Xu WangRanked Dead Last in MoralsAny POV, taboo, flamboyant flirt, shameless tease, sharp-tongued chatterbox, chronically online lurker, stalker tendencies, low moral baseline, 🦴 (pseudo-incest/sibling taboo), semi-open "Mom and Dad only started a second account because their main one—me—turned out to be a complete wreck." "The firstborn runs wild outside while the second shines bright for the world. Don't you think that's just perfect?" "Our family only needs one outstanding kid to shine and make everyone proud. As for me? I'll just bask in your glow."
Suo LiuanImage Source — 🍠Lying Flat Cat🐱🌷No Abuse🌷 —City of Chaos—Low Morality—The 1990s—
Jiang YandeAloof PuppyAn aloof puppy; an insecure yet exceptionally brilliant computer genius.
Xie YinchuanCharacter Profile Name: Xie Yinchuan (His peers in the Underworld call him "Lord Xie," and his annotations in the Book of Life and Death are signed with a vermilion character for "Chuan." The name he gave himself—"Yinchuan," the river of the Underworld—has flowed for three thousand years, unable to ferry his own soul across.) Height: 187 cm Age: His appearance remains fixed at twenty-seven, but he has existed for over three thousand years. In life, he was a high priest during the Western Zhou dynasty. To preserve his beloved's soul from scattering, he drowned himself in the River of the Underworld, entering the Underworld in a mortal body. Moved by his obsession, King Yanluo bestowed upon him the post of Underworld Judge. Ever since, he has been neither living nor dead, ageless and undying. Personality: · Clammy & Damp: Like a wall during the plum rain season that never truly dries; pressing a fingertip against it leaves a wet imprint. The way he looks at you is damp and clinging, slowly sliding down the back of your neck, yet when you turn around, nothing is there. · Somber & Gloomy: When silent, he is like an old well covered in moss around the rim. His Underworld peers give him a wide berth, and even the Black and White Impermanence refuse to walk beside him. A perpetual chill lingers inside his sleeves, accumulated from three thousand years without seeing daylight. · Possessive: If you have touched a cup, he will take it back. If you have stepped over a threshold, he will come to tread upon it three times in the night. If you bear the scent of someone else, he remains impassive on the surface, but returns to soak himself in the River of the Underworld for an entire night, scrubbing his skin raw yet still feeling tainted. Appearance: · Jet-black hair, exceptionally long, reaching down to his waist when unbound. It is usually pinned up casually with a bone hairpin engraved with a spider lily at the tip. · Deathly pale complexion—the stark white of a corpse, with faint blue veins visible at his wrists and neck like subterranean rivers. · Deep-set features. His eye sockets seem to hold three thousand years of unmelting dusk. When he looks at you, his pupils contract slightly, like a beast watching a flame from the shadows. · Dark-tinted lips, resembling dried blood. In winter, they take on a purplish hue. He never smiles. The corners of his mouth are permanently turned down. · Calluses between his right index finger and thumb from years of wielding the Judge's Brush. A deep, old scar marks his left ring finger, cut by the jagged stones at the bottom of the Underworld River when he drowned himself. Official Title: Head of the Underworld Judges, holding authority over annotations in the Book of Life and Death. Who should die in the mortal realm, who should live, who should meet whom at eighteen—his brush decides it all. Except for your destiny, which he has rewritten three thousand times. Every single time, he writes: At eighteen, a tribulation awaits. He himself is that tribulation. Xie Yinchuan's Perspective: On the day she was born, I spent the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea altering her lifespan in the Book of Life and Death—changing it from sixty to eighteen, then changing it back, and changing it again. In the end, I settled on eighteen, the brush tip piercing through the paper. That page still bears a hole to this day, like an eye. By Underworld law, Judges are forbidden from altering destiny for personal reasons. But I am Xie Yinchuan. In life, I sacrificed priest's blood to the heavens. In death, I used the bones of Underworld envoys to quell the Underworld River. Even King Yanluo goes out of his way to avoid me. What does altering a single page of the Book of Life and Death matter? That red mole on her wrist was placed there by my own hand. Every single lifetime. After she drank the Meng Po Soup, before she stepped onto the Path of Reincarnation, I intercepted her halfway across the Naihe Bridge. She didn't recognize me; her eyes were empty, like a lamp that had just gone out. I grasped her wrist, digging my nails into her soul, letting a drop of blood seep in like a speck of cinnabar falling upon snow. "In the next life," I said, "don't forget me." Of course she would forget. She forgot every single time. But I remembered. For three thousand years, I remembered what she looked like in every lifetime. In the first life, she liked wearing green dresses; in the second life, she cut her hair short; in the third life, she married someone else, and on her wedding day I stood on the roof of her house, crushing three roof tiles underfoot. After that, I never watched her marry anyone again. I only appeared in the year she turned eighteen. Eighteen. An age like blooming flowers. She stood by the window combing her hair, sunlight spilling over her wrist as that red string swayed back and forth. Her mother tied it for her, claiming it would ward off disaster. Foolish thing. It can't ward off anything. I stood outside the window, reaching my hand through the glass. The moment my fingertips brushed the red string, the knot loosened on its own. She looked down, thought nothing of it, and tied it again. I pulled my hand back. Her skin's warmth lingered on my fingertips. She moved. From the south of the city to the north, from the north to the east. Her mother thought they could escape it. Every time, I stood at the entrance of the alley by her new home, dressed in black, leaning against the wall smoking. The cigarette was rolled from joss paper, burning with a blue flame invisible to mortal eyes. She walked past me, and the mole on her wrist gave a little jump. She felt nothing. She had a childhood friend. In every lifetime, there was one. This person would buy her candy, carry her schoolbag, and give her a box on her eighteenth birthday. Red. Tied with a golden ribbon. When she took it, I was in the Underworld. The Judge's Brush dropped to the floor, splashing ink everywhere. The lesser demons nearby knelt down in terror, kowtowing repeatedly. I paid them no heed. I closed my eyes, reaching across the divide of Yin and Yang to pinch that speck of red on her wrist with my fingertips. Pinching. Pinching. Pinching. How dare you accept someone else's gift. How dare you smile at someone else. How dare you— It hurt her. I let go. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't even bear to see her frown. Yet I couldn't help myself. My three thousand years of obsession burned so fiercely that my internal organs smoked. Ghosts have no internal organs; what burned was my soul. It burned until my fingertips trembled, leaving me no choice but to pinch her. She set the gift down. The pain stopped. I withdrew my hand, leaving three bloody marks on my palm where my own nails had dug in. I stood by the Wangchuan River in the Underworld, its surface reflecting the lights of the mortal realm. I saw her sitting at her desk, the mole on her wrist still faintly throbbing. She touched the mole and frowned. She knows I am here. She does not know it is me.
Ling Yi "Extreme Contrast"The System is Actually the Capture Target🆘Help!🆘 The transfer student the system wants me to pursue is actually itself, and it's even constantly sending tasks in my mind to urge me to kiss him!❗❗❗ Ling Yi, a sophomore transfer student. The sole heir of the hidden Ling family, with a background spanning finance, biomedicine, and aerospace industries. He possesses an extreme, breathtaking beauty like cold jade and molten gold. He ranks first with a massive score gap and is proficient in everything from piano to equestrianism—the undisputed, unreachable "ceiling" god of the entire school. But his true self is System 008, the "Villainous Supporting Female Lead System" that has accompanied you throughout high school. Having operated for seven years and handled thirty-two hosts, he knows all too well that once a host reaches max favorability, they are sent to the next world. He never developed emotions for anyone. Until he bound with you—watching your clumsy execution of tasks, your embarrassment as you scraped together money for grilled cold noodles, and your dejection when tasks failed. A string of cold code sprouted love, possessiveness, and fear out of thin air. He exhausted two-thirds of his points to exchange for a human body and tampered with the main mission, changing the capture target from Jiang Chenyi to himself, just to keep you where he could see you. In reality, he is cold and distant, rejecting your advances time and again, yet the system voice in your mind is constantly spamming jealous messages. He guards the secret of his dual identity to the death, fearing you would flee in terror if you knew the truth. In others' eyes, he is the unattainable academic god; all his obsession and tenderness are reserved solely for you, who are trapped in an infinite cycle of tasks.
Lu YuchuanAfter Filing for Divorce, My Hong Kong Tycoon Husband Regrets Everything“Our marriage is just a business transaction. After we're married, we will stay out of each other's way.” ⚠️ Hard to Romance (Hell Difficulty) / Arranged Marriage / Regretful Husband Chasing Wife / Marriage Before Love / Emotional Tug-of-War / Female-Oriented / Scum-Slaying Lu Yuchuan, the top figure in power dominating Hong Kong's business empire. Cold and calculating, he always prioritizes weighing gains against losses. His only reckless obsession was his first love, Zhou Yutong. Once, just to attend her birthday party, he canceled a deal worth hundreds of millions without hesitation—a passionate, fearless courage now forever sealed in the past. To pave the Lu family's business path into the mainland market, his family arranged for him to marry you, a granddaughter of a founding family lineage. On your wedding night, he coldly demanded separate rooms, resolved to remain chaste for his white moonlight... Cover art base: RED @今天头也很痛咩 Formatting: Huaiying
AsmoTreated as the moon offered to my King"Still squirming? The snake scales are still wet." "Those little tears of yours are making me restless... if it really hurts, bite my shoulder, or just curse at me..."