I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 664 [Event Rerun] White Valentine's Day Special Event Chapter
A cool summer breeze blows by, lifting the wisps of hair on the doll sitting by the window, giving people a sense of tranquility and beauty.

Soft, silvery moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the delicate doll seated there.

The doll has long, wavy, misty gray hair and an exquisite face that looks like the most perfect work of a god. Her eyes are closed, leaving only her curled eyelashes fluttering gently in the breeze like butterfly wings.

Suddenly she lifted her eyelids and slowly opened her clear, cold silver eyes.

She jumped out of the window and stood in the carpeted doll studio.

She wore a beautiful yet extremely simple black dress, her fair, jade-like, full toes were kissed by the plush carpet on the ground, like devout servants embracing a delicate and beautiful princess.

The studio was very large but did not feel empty. It was decorated with all kinds of doll costumes and piled up with many doll limbs.

On the workbench beside her lay an unassembled doll limb and polished gemstone eyes, next to which sat a beautiful empty vase.

A cool breeze swept by, ruffling the soft, curly golden hair of the handsome man sitting at the table. His azure eyes were as clear and pure as the sky as he held a paintbrush, diligently coloring a round gemstone in his hand.

A white silk shirt made his skin appear even fairer, subtly exuding an air of nobility and elegance.

He was a nobleman, a nobleman who had received a rigorous education from childhood and grew up in an atmosphere of etiquette. Even in a fairy tale kingdom, it was extremely rare to find someone with such outstanding qualities.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and when he slightly raised his eyes, he saw a girl standing at the window who looked as perfect as a doll.

He moved his thin lips, a hint of surprise and infatuation flashing in his deep blue eyes.

He instinctively stood up, completely ignoring the loud crash of the chair that fell behind him. He stumbled toward the girl, his expression cautious, as if afraid that she was an illusion and would vanish like a bubble in the next second.

She reached out and took his hands, then led him out of the window.

There was no sense of weightlessness as I had imagined; instead, I was greeted by a field of flowers with only buds.

The girl stood quietly watching him from the flower field in the distance, her expression carrying a hint of tenderness.

He paused for a moment, momentarily forgetting what he was supposed to do. His black trousers swayed gently in the wind as he stood barefoot in the flower field, gazing back at the doll-like girl.

Under the soft, silvery moonlight, the girl ran towards him, took his hand, and sat down with him in the flower field.

Pointing to the starry sky, her cool eyes shone even brighter than the starlight.

She didn't follow her finger to look at the night sky, but stared straight at the face that he was so infatuated with, the face he considered the most beautiful.

He had been learning how to make dolls since he was very young, and he had a vision of what they looked like. But until he saw her, the doll in his mind had never had a face. Until the day he saw her, he finally knew what he really wanted.

Compared to the starry sky, she was even more dazzling and radiant beside him, making him unwilling to look away for even a moment.

She suddenly turned to him, clasped her hands together, and then slowly opened them in his gaze.

Fireflies slowly rose from her palm, like starlight illuminating the darkness.

The flower buds in the flower field stirred slightly, and then all of them bloomed into white flowers.

The girl stood up, picked a handful of dandelions, and handed them to him.

He was slightly taken aback. Seeing that he didn't move, the girl put him in his arms and ran ahead without looking back.

He held the bunch of dandelions and subconsciously ran after her, but suddenly she stopped.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile graced her delicate, beautiful face. Her cool, silver eyes gazed at him quietly, her expression gentle. She parted her pink lips slightly and uttered a few words, but a gentle breeze rustled the white dandelions, masking her voice.

Something seemed to have been blown into his eyes. He rubbed them, and when he opened them again, the girl was gone.

Looking down, he saw a bottomless abyss, and he stood on the edge of the cliff, just one step away from falling to his death.

He knelt on the cliff as if all his strength had been drained, his hands tightly embracing the handful of dandelions the girl had given him, as if he were truly holding the girl in his arms.

A gentle breeze ruffled the golden curls by his ears as he slowly closed his eyes. A single, glistening tear welled up from the corner of his eye, sliding slowly down his face before disappearing into the abyss where no light could be seen.

Behind me, dandelions danced in the breeze like snowflakes, bathed in moonlight, creating a hazy and ethereal scene.

He slightly raised his eyes to look at the flying catkins, and the bouquet in his arms had somehow turned into a bunch of blue gentians.

He slowly turned around and saw a vast blue ocean. His azure eyes reflected the alluring gentians swaying in the breeze, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face, a hint of sadness lingering in his eyes.

'Click'

The studio door was gently pushed open, and Miss Lily quietly walked in, carrying a soft blanket.

She tiptoed and covered the sleeping man with the blanket.

Her blue eyes, similar to the man's, gazed at his profile, and she sighed softly, as if lost in thought.

In the silence, only a caring greeting remained.

Good night, sweet dreams.

The soft moonlight streamed through the window and shone on the man who was fast asleep at his desk, bathing him in a silvery glow.

The man's face still faintly revealed soft contours and handsome features, but it was ruined by patches of skin that looked like they were patched up, making it almost ugly.

He was fast asleep, lying face down on the table, his closed eyelids trembling slightly.

A single, glistening tear slid down her cheek, shimmering like a diamond in the moonlight.

A vase by the window held a bunch of blue gentians in full bloom, swaying gently in the cool summer breeze, as if singing a melodious lullaby...
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I like you,

Regardless of the meticulousness when making the dolls,
Or is it your appreciation and fascination with beauty?
My feelings have never changed.

I think,

Wipe away the lingering sorrow in your deep blue eyes.

Accompanying you as you greet the morning light of the next day.
Looking at the lush gentian flowers,

……

however,
I can only keep all of this to myself.

With each breath,

It all feels like saying goodbye to you.

If life could be lived again

Will everything be different?
I don't want to,

Just looking at it like this,

Fall in love

You were so sad.
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[Qiong]-
As usual, metaphors were used, making it a remake of last year's White Day. This chapter is about Joan's story, which should be considered a fairy tale-like story.

(By the way, why are the protagonists of the White Day celebrations for two consecutive years both from the fairy tale kingdom?)
I've realized I really can't write love poems, so please bear with Qiong's.

The representative flower of Qiong: Gentian.

The name Qiong itself carries the meaning of beautiful jade or a metaphor for beauty.

The two protagonists of the White Night show, Brother Qiong and Fei Xiuzhen, are completely different.

Fish is the kind of twisted person who wants to destroy the more they like something, while Joan genuinely only appreciates and cherishes beauty, never thinking of destroying it, only protecting it.

After all, their experiences were vastly different, as Fish's personal chapter explains, so I won't repeat it here. Joan was pulled back just before falling into darkness, so essentially, Joan didn't truly fall into darkness.

In this chapter, he is simply standing on the edge of a cliff, which is the best interpretation of how he was rescued by Mu Yegui in the Secret Mansion instance.

In reality, Joan was truly disfigured (he applied white powder because he was insecure and afraid that his ugly side would be seen), but in his dream, he looked like he wasn't disfigured.

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(End of this chapter)