The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Lovin's smile froze when he saw Wen Yubai's eyes.

It wasn't just cool and aloof, it was icy cold.

He had always known that Wen Yubai was cold and distant towards him, that aloofness, avoidance, and impatience... He was already used to it.

It was precisely this attitude that made Him find it interesting.

But even when facing Erebus, Wen Yubai did not look at Him with such eyes, cold and disgusted.

unless……

"You know?" Lovein's voice trembled slightly.

Wen Yubai looked at him and calmly asked, "Was it a good kiss?"

Lovin's eyes flickered violently, but he didn't speak.

Then, those icy blue eyes gradually dimmed, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

His silence was undoubtedly an admission.

Wen Yubai looked away and retreated into the carriage. The curtain fell, blocking Lovien's view.

"Nausea."

Lovin stood still, his face expressionless, without any extreme reaction.

He seemed very calm, turned around, walked to the snowdrift where Erebus was buried, and lifted him out from the air.

Erebus quickly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with malice, and struggled to attack again.

"Take him away."

Loveyne's voice interrupted Him.

Erebus was stunned, then heard the other person say something softly.

"The Lost Swamp, the last place you were before you lost your memory."

Erebus stared at him warily and asked, "Who are you? Why are you helping me? What is your purpose?"

"You like asking a lot of questions?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Lovin's expressionless face.

That smile was cruel yet beautiful, like a flower blooming on a blade.

"If you don't get out of here, I'll kill you."

Erebus remained silent. He suppressed his surprise and doubt, leaped onto the carriage without a word, and sped away.

Lovin raised his hand, his fingertips flashing with a faint light, which made the carriage move a little faster, while clearing away any traces that might reveal their whereabouts.

He stood quietly in place, watching the carriage go further and further away, getting smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared into the end of the snow curtain.

Compared to light, Lovin thought the darkness of amnesia was rather simplistic.

Looking in the direction the carriage had gone, all that remained were snowflakes dancing in the air.

The word "disgusting" was still echoing in Lovin's ears, over and over again.

Why only mention Him? Didn't Light do the same thing?

Is it because He is the only one who is disliked?

He stood in the snow, looking up, the sky reflected in his icy blue eyes, appearing so empty.

In the past, no matter what He did or said, He always received tolerance, pampering, and willing forgiveness.

The gods adored Him, and mortals fawned over Him. A casual joke from Him could make them go through fire and water, and a casual glance from Him could win their favor and pampering.

He had never experienced rejection; all he had to do was stand there, and love would automatically flood in like a tide.

Cupid thought all of this was perfectly natural.

But this time seems different.

So this is what it feels like to be disliked.

A warm, damp sensation suddenly came from his face. He raised his hand somewhat blankly and wiped his cheek, leaving a clear watermark.

Cupid stared blankly at the water droplets on his fingertips.

Did the snow melt on your face?

"Oh, you're crying."

A flippant, mocking voice suddenly rang out in the wind and snow, without any specific direction, as if it came from all directions at the same time.

The bewilderment and vulnerability on Lovin's face vanished instantly.

He slightly raised his eyes, his expression somewhat cold.

"Order, do you still dare to linger on the Continent of Light?"

The God of Order said, "God of Love, you let darkness take the Holy Son of Light away, thinking that this would keep him away from the light and safe? Hmm... no."

"If I'm not mistaken, when you go back you'll guide the light to turn its spear against me, won't you?"

Despite having his thoughts exposed, Lovin remained unfazed. He curled his lips into a smile, a clear mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Now that you know, why don't you run away quickly, or wait to be killed by the light?"

The God of Order chuckled softly. "If I am truly consumed by the light, then your demise is not far off. I don't know what deal the light made with you a thousand years ago; perhaps it was to spare your life?"

"But you know, no matter what kind of contract it is, the light always has a way to achieve its goals. Otherwise, you wouldn't have tried so hard to kill the darkness and devour the power of life before the light awakened."

The God of Order paused, stating a fact that everyone knew.

"Love, only light can kill darkness, and likewise, only darkness can contend with light. Isn't there a perfect opportunity now?"

"You should know better than anyone that Guangming has an unusual interest in your sweetheart."

"So you want to cooperate with me now?" Lloyd sneered. "You want me to use this to stir up a struggle between light and darkness, so you can reap the benefits?"

"I'm just a pitiful god who doesn't want to be annihilated by the light, and I can also protect that Holy Son of Light very well."

"You?"

"Isn't that right? I'm not your rival in love, and I don't have any feelings for him, but Darkness might be a different story."

"Your suggestion makes a lot of sense."

Lowe lowered his eyes, as if seriously considering the suggestion, then chuckled, "But I'm sorry, I refuse."

The God of Order remained silent—that phrase sounds familiar.

Lovin continued unhurriedly, "Light must be very happy to see you. Guess if Light will descend within three seconds?"

"One, two..."

Before the word "three" could even be uttered, the aura of order vanished without a trace.

Lovin scoffed softly.

-

The brief setback did not affect Erebus's travel speed, but it did affect his mood.

He didn't know what happened while he was buried in the snow, he just vaguely seemed to hear something.

"Dear" is a verb, and Erebus felt a little uneasy when he thought of it.

The fact that the Holy Son of Light didn't escape with such a good opportunity certainly wasn't because he really wanted to join the Dark Temple, but because he had a deeper scheme.

For example, he wanted to use this opportunity to infiltrate the Dark Temple, just as Erebus had once infiltrated the Temple of Light.

Then, the chosen one caught up, not wanting him to take such a risk, and the Holy Son of Light, in order to appease him, made that "verb".

The logic is sound and reasonable.

Erebus made up the whole plot, and then his mood worsened.

But the Holy Son of Light didn't say anything to show concern for him. If it were before, he wouldn't even have to ask, and the Holy Son would have prepared winter clothes for him like his brother when it got cold.

Now, I explain everything to myself and don't care whether I have any aftereffects from being buried in the snow.

Erebus was in a bad mood, so for several days in a row he deliberately didn't prepare milk for breakfast.

Wen Yubai didn't notice anything particularly unusual.

Erebus hasn't been talking much lately, but he's always been a man of few words, so it's not unusual.

As for the lack of milk, Wen Yubai guessed it was because the Dark Temple's financial situation was probably not very good. When the Light Temple traveled, their meal allowance was adjusted according to the situation.

Wen Yubai understands.