The White Moonlight Is About to Embark on Another Heart-Wrenching Journey
“Don’t… don’t die… please don’t leave me…”
“Ah Yue, open your eyes and look at me, it’s Luo Heng! Please look at me…”
“Did you see? I picked the Gesang flower for you…”
“You always wanted to see the Gesang flower in full bloom, Ah Yue, wake up and look…”
Torrential rain poured down. The once handsome young general was now covered in blood and mud, desperately holding the long-cold body in his arms.
That was Ah Yue, the person in this world who loved him most.
“My Luo Heng will become the most glorious general in the world!”
The woman’s smiling face before his departure seemed still before his eyes.
But he had returned too late. He had lost his moon.
Trembling, the young man took out the long-withered Gesang flower from his chest and placed it on the bosom of the peerlessly beautiful woman in his arms.
There would be no heartbeat there ever again.
In the storm, the young general could no longer restrain the sorrow in his heart, unleashing a cry of anguish from the depths of his soul.
Behind him stretched thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but no one would ever warm wine and wait for his return home again.
The End. The audience below the stage was in tears.
“Wahhhh, my Ah Yue and Luo Heng…”
“Just one day! Just one day and they could have seen each other one last time!”
“The general survived countless brushes with death, brought peace to the world, but couldn’t save the life of his beloved. It’s too tragic, wahhhh…”
On stage, a peerlessly beautiful woman in a white dress smiled as she watched the sobbing audience below.
She was slender and tall, with ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall down to her waist. Her pure white gown was adorned only by a few elegant ribbons at the waist, the sheer fabric light and ethereal, making her appear even more exquisite and otherworldly.
Her features were like a painting, a rare beauty seldom seen in the mortal world. Her clear, bright eyes brimmed with boundless tenderness, yet upon closer inspection, not a trace of softness could be found within them—they were deep and inscrutable.
She bore the exact same face as “Ah Yue” on the screen.
As the ending song finished playing, Yuyi Yue bowed to the guests below the stage, her crimson lips parting:
“It seems everyone enjoyed this little story from that world. Next is the interactive segment. Let my system take over.”
A star-shaped white jade floated in mid-air accompanied by a mechanical voice, emitting an inorganic sound:
“The White Moonlight Portrayal System is at your service. Which audience member would like to speak? Only three spots are available.”
“Me, me, me!”
A young girl in the front row seized the chance to speak.
Her eyes were red as she loudly declared:
“Teacher Ah Yue, I’m your longtime fan. Your portrayal is truly unparalleled in its excellence! I want to know, did you prepare any additional easter eggs for Luo Heng?”
A glimmer of light swirled in Yuyi Yue’s eyes as she scanned the audience below:
“Of course. Next, you will see how Luo Heng, after Ah Yue’s death, falls into grief and despair, only to receive a final letter left for him by Ah Yue a year later, allowing him to carry on living with her hopes.
“I wrote that letter with great care. I think you will be satisfied.
“Alright, please, the next speaker.”
This time, a young man was selected.
“Teacher Ah Yue, it’s been a while since you’ve traveled to a world with such a brief storyline. Are you planning to change your style?”
Yuyi Yue pondered for a moment before answering with a smile:”Not necessarily. I don’t pay much attention to mission duration when accepting tasks. For me, the character design of the target is the most important.
“After all, everyone here spent mission points to buy tickets—you didn’t come to watch me collect trash, right?”
Pure amusement sparkled in Yuyi Yue’s ink-black eyes.
As the most unconventional mission-taker in the strategy group, Yuyi Yue had no interest in tearing apart scumbags or sweetly accompanying the male lead for a lifetime.
Her only hobby was selecting outstanding and interesting male leads, becoming their white moonlight, and then dying right before their eyes.
She never tired of it.
Soon, it was time for the final audience interaction.
It was a girl with a flushed face, tear stains still visible on her cheeks.
The girl cautiously asked with hopeful anticipation:
“Can Teacher Ah Yue give us a sneak peek into the style of the male lead in the next small world?”
A chorus of agreement rose from the audience.
Under the girl’s expectant gaze, Yuyi Yue revealed a breathtakingly beautiful smile:
“Hmm… Stellar Eye, could you introduce him to everyone?”
The star-shaped white jade quickly replied in an inorganic voice:
“Target: Fang Xun’gui. Raised by a killer from childhood, he later attempted to leave the assassin organization. According to the original plot, he will lose everything and die alone on his twenty-fifth birthday. He is cautious, sharp, and fragile—no one can enter his heart.”
A flash of white light, and the system named “Stellar Eye” projected Fang Xun’gui’s appearance onto the screen.
The man’s face was cold and sharply defined, his eyes filled with sharp vigilance, his brow shadowed by gloom and loneliness. He wore a black night suit, his figure slender and tall. The slightly open collar revealed several old scars etched onto his lean, taut body.
Even the darkness couldn’t conceal the cold gleam in his eyes.
He was like a sharp blade without a sheath, stubbornly and alone traversing the night, unwilling to hope for even a trace of warmth or light.
Yuyi Yue examined this cold yet handsome face with great satisfaction.
She turned and asked with a light laugh:
“Dear fans, do you like this male lead?”
The answer was naturally affirmative.
So Yuyi Yue gently closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her gaze had shifted to a new emotion.
Clear, innocent, yet unwavering and stubborn.
She was the best performer and the artist who knew best how to grasp people’s hearts.
Lin Yue City, the Ghost Festival on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
The killer’s black night suit concealed his bleeding wounds. He let the blood soak through his clothes, running tirelessly through the heavy rain.
Thunder roared; only one pursuer remained behind him.
The killer spotted an empty, desolate courtyard and leaped inside with clear intent.
The pursuer followed closely, jumping in after him.
The rain was too heavy, washing away all traces of blood.
The pursuer gripped a longsword tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.
The pursuer knew well that the man he was hunting was the top assassin of the Blood-Severing Pavilion. This man was elusive, his methods bizarre, and in just one month, he had slaughtered all but one member of the Netherworld Hall’s branch.
Today’s battle would end only in death!
The pursuer warily scanned the desolate courtyard, trying to find traces of the killer’s hiding place.
But the pursuer failed.
A flash of silver light—the pursuer didn’t even sense the killer’s approach before his vision plummeted to the ground.
He was beheaded in an instant.
The rain poured down.
…
This mission was over.
The killer tilted his neck back, letting the rain wash over his wounds as he gasped for breath.The strike just now had already pushed him to his limit. If there were other pursuers behind him, it would truly cost him his life…
Thinking this, the Killer used his longsword to prop up his battered body, staggering to his feet, preparing to rest for the night in this desolate courtyard.
At that moment, the courtyard gate creaked open, the sound almost indistinguishable amidst the rain.
The Killer immediately tensed every muscle in his body.
Who?
Impossible, the last person from the Netherworld Hall branch was already dealt with just now. How could there still be someone?!
With his last ounce of strength, the Killer threw a hidden throwing knife from his sleeve toward the courtyard gate.
Whoever it is must die!
A cold gleam shattered the curtain of rain.
A soft gasp came from the courtyard gate.
Did it hit?
Excessive blood loss was already clouding the Killer’s consciousness.
Before his vision plunged into darkness, he saw a pure white figure walking toward him.
“How could there be such a rude person…”
The woman’s clear and captivating voice was fragmented by the rain, seeping into the Killer’s ears.
Before falling unconscious, the Killer’s final thought was—
How could it be a girl?
The rain gradually ceased.
…
In the desolate courtyard, Yuyi Yue examined the Killer’s pale face and silently smiled.
[Stellar Eye, did you capture my action scene dodging the throwing knife just now?]
[Don’t worry, Master. Multi-angle slow-motion capture, the effect is perfect.]
Now, it’s time for the next step.
Yuyi Yue helped the Killer up and carried him into a room in the desolate courtyard.
Next up, it’s time for good deeds.
[Pre-Viewing Notice]
In the original worldline settings, the male leads of the small worlds all meet their end through “death” or other tragic experiences. Therefore, the female lead’s process of winning them over is also one of altering the male lead’s fate and redeeming his life.
The female lead films and edits her conquest process into movies, which are screened in the Main World. She exchanges ticket sales from Main World audiences for mission points.
Once the male lead’s Favorability reaches its maximum, the female lead will exit the small world through “death.”
If this premise is not to your liking, please refrain from proceeding.
If the above setting is confirmed acceptable…
Then, enjoy the show!