The chat channel:
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m wrong.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m wrong.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I like you.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I like you.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m sorry.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m sorry.
Numerous players suddenly find the chat channel flooded with messages.
The one that has been sending those messages is A Sword from the West, the No.1 guy of the whole server, a man who comes without a shadow and leaves without a trace who only leaves behind him a legend of his aloofness.
However, since the chat channel is shared by all players, therefore many messages come after a brief spell of shock.
Light up a Lantern for You: Damn, is this Game guru, A Sword from the West himself? Has someone else stolen his account?
Zhao Zhao, Heart of the Moon: Don't be silly. A Sword from the West's account is protected by the game. How will his account ever be stolen? Hah hah hah, I’m Ah Zhao. Are you talking about me?
Writing Ten Thousand Words a Day: Who is Ah Zhao? Who is Ah Zhao? Who is Ah Zhao? I envy her envy her envy her envy her!
Handsome Boy Come to Me: Wow, is this a confession in front of the whole server? How romantic! But who is Ah Zhao anyway?
The players have all kinds of speculations as to who Ah Zhao is. Many who don’t have anything else to do even start to go through various charts hoping to find an Ah Zhao.
But how can they ever find her?
Realizing the chat channel useless, Ji Yunting buys a bunch of little trumpets and starts to send voice messages.
He buys tens of little trumpets which cost 100 gold coins at a time.
Thus, his voice rises in the game:
“Ah Zhao, I’m wrong. Please forgive me. I do like you, really really like you. Don’t leave me behind!
“...”
Ah Zhao who has been watching him all this time: “...”
She tries to put up with it. However, in the end, she can’t stand it anymore and jumps off the tree.
“Shut up!”
Ji Yunting’s eyes light up as he sees her. Throwing those little trumpets away, he reaches her in a flash.
“Ah Zhao, I’m sorry.”
In fact, she isn’t angry anymore but she doesn't like what the male lead just did.
“Anyhow, you are the No.1 guy of a server. Can't you pay attention to your personal image and maintain your dignity?” What he did just now was indeed a little disgraceful.
Ji Yunting thinks otherwise.
He says as if he couldn't care less: “What image? It's just a mask one puts up in front of others. Why should I care about how others see me?”
He looks at her seriously: “I only care about how I am viewed by the ones I care about. Ah Zhao, I only care about how you see me.”
He looks a little pitiful and says: “I know I was wrong. Will you forgive me?”
She can’t harden her heart in front of such a handsome man who shows his softer side in front of her with tender words of love.
Not her.
She sighs a bit: “Alright, but just this once.”
Then she feigns grumpiness and glares at him: “If you do that again, I will totally ignore you.”
Ji Yunting smiles and reaches out his hands happily, wanting to hold her. Then he recalls what she said and asks with the greatest of care: “Can I hold you, then?”
Ah Zhao: “...”
Glaring at him, she circles him by the waist herself.
“Fool.”
He does laugh like a fool and holds her as if he’s holding a treasure.
The chat channel:
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m wrong.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m wrong.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I like you.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I like you.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m sorry.
A Sword from the West: Ah Zhao, I’m sorry.
Numerous players suddenly find the chat channel flooded with messages.
The one that has been sending those messages is A Sword from the West, the No.1 guy of the whole server, a man who comes without a shadow and leaves without a trace who only leaves behind him a legend of his aloofness.
However, since the chat channel is shared by all players, therefore many messages come after a brief spell of shock.
Light up a Lantern for You: Damn, is this Game guru, A Sword from the West himself? Has someone else stolen his account?
Zhao Zhao, Heart of the Moon: Don't be silly. A Sword from the West's account is protected by the game. How will his account ever be stolen? Hah hah hah, I’m Ah Zhao. Are you talking about me?
Writing Ten Thousand Words a Day: Who is Ah Zhao? Who is Ah Zhao? Who is Ah Zhao? I envy her envy her envy her envy her!
Handsome Boy Come to Me: Wow, is this a confession in front of the whole server? How romantic! But who is Ah Zhao anyway?
The players have all kinds of speculations as to who Ah Zhao is. Many who don’t have anything else to do even start to go through various charts hoping to find an Ah Zhao.
But how can they ever find her?
Realizing the chat channel useless, Ji Yunting buys a bunch of little trumpets and starts to send voice messages.
He buys tens of little trumpets which cost 100 gold coins at a time.
Thus, his voice rises in the game:
“Ah Zhao, I’m wrong. Please forgive me. I do like you, really really like you. Don’t leave me behind!
“...”
Ah Zhao who has been watching him all this time: “...”
She tries to put up with it. However, in the end, she can’t stand it anymore and jumps off the tree.
“Shut up!”
Ji Yunting’s eyes light up as he sees her. Throwing those little trumpets away, he reaches her in a flash.
“Ah Zhao, I’m sorry.”
In fact, she isn’t angry anymore but she doesn't like what the male lead just did.
“Anyhow, you are the No.1 guy of a server. Can't you pay attention to your personal image and maintain your dignity?” What he did just now was indeed a little disgraceful.
Ji Yunting thinks otherwise.
He says as if he couldn't care less: “What image? It's just a mask one puts up in front of others. Why should I care about how others see me?”
He looks at her seriously: “I only care about how I am viewed by the ones I care about. Ah Zhao, I only care about how you see me.”
He looks a little pitiful and says: “I know I was wrong. Will you forgive me?”
She can’t harden her heart in front of such a handsome man who shows his softer side in front of her with tender words of love.
Not her.
She sighs a bit: “Alright, but just this once.”
Then she feigns grumpiness and glares at him: “If you do that again, I will totally ignore you.”
Ji Yunting smiles and reaches out his hands happily, wanting to hold her. Then he recalls what she said and asks with the greatest of care: “Can I hold you, then?”
Ah Zhao: “...”
Glaring at him, she circles him by the waist herself.
“Fool.”
He does laugh like a fool and holds her as if he’s holding a treasure.
