There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"How can this stuff be addictive?"

"I smoke two packs a day, and I'm not addicted."

"I don't get it."

"Um, Sword Without End, would you like some tendon? I just grilled it, it's still hot."

"No, thanks."

Sword Without End shook his head and waved his hands, "I just can't enjoy such blessings, you eat it yourself."

...

"Well, then I'll be leaving first."

At the entrance of Meimiao Community, Wen Ping looked tentatively at Little Miao, whose eyes were still somewhat red, and spoke.

"Mm."

After being silent and looking down for a long time, Little Miao finally raised her head and said in a hoarse voice that stirred pity, "I think we need to put our relationship on hold for a while. We both need to reconsider whether we are right for each other. I don't know you well, and you don't know me either."

"Moreover, with what just happened."

"I really can't deal with these personal matters right after such an incident."

"I hope you can understand."

"...Understand."

"Thank you."

After speaking, Little Miao nodded slightly, then turned and left, no longer lingering or looking back.

"..."

The only thing left was Wen Ping watching Little Miao's retreating figure, feeling somewhat unwilling and helpless. What the hell is this, why did he have to cheapen himself that night before? Everything could have flowed smoothly and logically, but he messed it all up.

...

The storyline seemed to hit the fast-forward button.

After waking up in the hotel, Wen Ping, without another word, took out a large sum of money to contact a player gang that claimed to be powerful. He anonymously commissioned them to go to Blue Star Hell, find the woman he had killed, and finish her off for good.

Of course, all of this was a plot added by Chen Yi.

Everybody but Wen Ping was a part of the setup; there was no Hell. Heaven forbid Wen Ping could access the underworld of other planets, or else Chen Yi would have had to construct one?

That would be quite an engineering feat.

And the experts who wrote this script knew well a profound truth: human understanding of emotion is quite shallow.

What emotions?

Emotions don't exist.

In a lifetime, how many people can one really come into contact with, talk more than ten sentences with, or go through some experiences with?

It seems that many people pursue attractive women, and there's a lot of competition. But in most cases, it's all an illusion.

And how do emotions come about?

It's when enough shared experiences, enough twists and turns, and enough emotional upheavals have occurred.

Emotions just fall into place naturally.

It's less self-deception and more the brain fooling itself, making you think that since you've shared so many experiences with someone and they've consistently affected your emotions, they must be the most important person to you. Thus, the brain convinces you that you've found love.

So...

In the following days...

Little Miao gradually became distant from Wen Ping, responding coldly to his messages. Since Wen Ping didn't have the courage to visit Little Miao in Meimiao Community, two days passed by like this until Little Miao took the initiative to invite him over.

She invited Wen Ping to her house for dinner.

The dinner was very enjoyable.

They ate in harmony, and Little Miao seemed to step out of the shadows, laughing brightly and tenderly feeding Wen Ping from time to time, looking every bit the good wife and wise mother.

And Wen Ping, feeling honored, kept responding throughout. His anxious heart from the past few days finally settled. It seemed that Little Miao didn't dislike him anymore; it was just that her close friend had just been brutally murdered.

She was in no mood to engage in romance because of her grief.

After a few days, as Little Miao gradually put the incident behind her, she became as gentle, kind, and generous as before.

Throughout this meal, Wen Ping became more and more talkative, almost letting slip that he was a player from another planet.

He couldn't help it.

Little Miao kept bringing it up.

...

"Yi is really amazing," Little Miao said seriously and admiringly to Wen Ping, giving him a thumbs-up: "Most women are attracted to strength, and I'm no exception. Yi is the strongest player in my heart. While we were still mapping out the Novice Planet, Yi was already righting wrongs on other Starfields."

"In my heart, Yi is the greatest hero."

"No one could be stronger than Yi."

At this, Little Miao seemed a bit downhearted as she whispered, "When I was little, I dreamed that when I grew up, I would marry the greatest hero in the world."

"Growing up, I realized how foolish and delusional that was."

"How could a man like Yi ever take a second look at me."

Quickly realizing she might have misspoken, Little Miao hurriedly looked up at Wen Ping and urgently corrected herself, "Uncle Wen Ping, I'm not saying you're not impressive. What I mean is, we are just ordinary people, and we can only live ordinary lives."

"You're already very impressive."

"Managing to make over a million Points on your own in just a few months, that's quite an achievement. Apart from Yi, you're the person I admire the second most."

"Phew..."

Wen Ping's knuckles turned white as he gripped his glass tightly, struggling to suppress the surge of violent emotion inside him. Little Miao's constant praise of other men in front of him made it difficult for him to contain his inner turbulence.