Romance Variety Show: The aloof and beautiful fourth female lead is always coveted.

Bai Nianchu stared at them for a while before turning to open the other four intact letters.

Lin Zhao (male lead) to Bai Nianchu (female lead): "I'm sorry, I was too arrogant before. Can you give me a chance to make amends?"

Why is Strong apologizing again?

【I don't know, what's wrong with this guy this time?】

Male character Xu Muyang to female character Bai Nianchu: "I'm so clumsy ૮・ᴥ - ა that's why I like to be straightforward and direct~"

Oh my, seeing this little dog will make me smile at the whole world!

[Puppy...puppy... (pink bunny peeking out the window emoji)]

Male character Ling Yan to female character Bai Nianchu: "I bought contact lenses...would you like them?"

Wow, is the fourth male lead finally going to get rid of those ugly glasses?

After all, if you only have a pretty face, you can't attract the fourth female lead's attention if you don't show it off.

Male character Chen Yuze to female character Bai Nianchu: "Hey. When is it my turn? (Let me fish)"

[Hahaha, this guy is really funny!]

[I can't take it anymore, every single word is hilarious, and adding parentheses to say "Ren Diao" makes it even more laughable.]

When it's my turn = when they'll try to hook me.

What's special is that Ling Yan included a small jasmine petal in the letter he sent this time.

It has a light floral scent as soon as you open it, which smells quite nice.

Bai Nianchu folded all the letters and put them back in the envelope. She took out the petal separately and tucked it into her usual sketchbook.

Just before going to bed, as Bai Nianchu was about to turn off the lights and rest, her phone vibrated slightly again.

Bai Nianchu opened it and saw that it was another WeChat message from Gu Jinxing, containing only two short words:

[G: Goodnight.]

Bai Nianchu reciprocated, replying in kind:

[white: Goodnight.]

Gu Jinxing replied with astonishing speed, immediately sending another emoji:

A small, white bear with simple, childlike lines, wrapped in a blanket and sleeping peacefully.

This is a self-deprecating bear emoji that went viral online for a while. The bear's eyes are simply two small black dots, and its mouth is a cute "W" shape. It is endearing and clumsy, which is really incompatible with Gu Jinxing's image as a business elite.

But this meticulous care, so much so that he wouldn't let her words fall to the ground during their WeChat chat, and his slightly clumsy way of expressing himself in a way that girls might like, made Bai Nianchu feel that Gu Jinxing was more interesting, reliable, and attractive than he seemed.

Compared to the other men in the Heartbeat House, the system clearly preferred him.

[Host, Gu Jinxing really cares about you!]

[It's all about buying clothes and bags, showing concern, transferring 50 million, and saying goodnight.]

Of course, the main point is still the 50 million in pocket money!

The little system chuckled to itself: It likes anything that gives its host money.

It was already very late at night.

Gu Jinxing had just come out of his home gym, his forehead still damp with a thin layer of sweat.

His upper body was naked, and sweat from his workout slowly slid down his collarbone, meandered down the muscles of his chest, paused briefly at the grooves of his abdominal muscles, and then silently disappeared into his waistband.

Gu Jinxing has been working out for over ten years.

His muscles were the kind that were extremely pleasing to the eye: any more would make him look strong, any less would make him look thin, like a carefully polished piece of jade, with a warm luster hidden in its cold, hard contours.

Gu Jinxing's face showed no signs of fatigue from the intense training, and his expression remained calm.

It exudes a quiet restraint.

He turned on the screen and looked at the chat interface with Bai Nianchu on his phone.

Even though it was just two simple "goodnight" messages and an emoji, Gu Jinxing stared at it for a long time.

He selected the best-looking, most atmospheric, and almost perfectly composed photo of Bai Nianchu from screenshots taken by netizens on Weibo and set it as his chat background with Bai Nianchu.

After a while, Gu Jinxing set her back view photo as his phone wallpaper.

That way, others won't recognize her.

And as soon as he turns on his phone, he can see her immediately.

*

Ling Yan did not sleep soundly.

He was used to a dim and quiet environment, so the curtains were always drawn, and no light could get in, regardless of whether it was day or night outside.

He lay curled up on the bed, his brow furrowed and his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

Ling Yan was trapped in a nightmare.

He dreamt that... on the final confession day, more than ten days later, Bai Nianchu wore a beautiful red dress, looking radiant. Men lined up to confess their love to her, and he was no exception. When the director announced that it was the female guest's turn to choose, he watched helplessly as she walked towards him step by step, then bypassed him and went to another man.

Who did she ultimately choose?

Ling Yan couldn't see clearly because his eyes were already filled with tears.

Ling Yan woke up with a start.

My forehead, neck, and back were covered in sweat.

He was breathing heavily when he woke up.

The lingering pain from the depths of his dream spread to his chest, causing a dull, stabbing pain in his entire heart.

…It hurts so much.

It really hurts.

At four in the morning, Ling Yan, who was startled awake from his sleep, found it difficult to close his eyes again.

Ling Yan wasn't sure whether he wasn't sleepy or didn't want to recall the dream the moment he closed his eyes.

Like a mouse emerging from a gutter in search of food, he didn't turn on the lights, relying entirely on his memory to snatch Bai Nianchu's usual shawl and cushions from the sofa, and quietly hid in the small room at the end of the third floor—an audio-visual room where the guests of the cabin usually watched movies and listened to music.

This place is airtight, with no windows or light, making it perfect for a gloomy person like him to hide in.

Bai Nianchu's shawl was frequently washed.

Just like her clothes, all the male guests in the house took turns vying to wash them.

Whoever snatches the dirty laundry basket is like they've just gotten married; their smile can stretch for 800 meters.

But... no matter how much you wash it.

As long as Bai Nianchu has touched, hugged, or draped her over him.

The cool fragrance of jasmine will then subtly linger on it.

Enveloped in her scent, Ling Yan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

After repeating this several times, I finally calmed down.

The home theater is small, with only one sofa chair that can seat two people.

Ling Yan didn't mind the cramped space; he wrapped himself in a shawl, hugged a pillow, and curled up into a ball.

Gradually, I started to feel sleepy again.

Less than five minutes later, he was pulled back into a dream.

"Ling Yan..."

"Ling Yan, wake up..."

Ling Yan was awakened by the familiar scent of jasmine.

When he opened his eyes and saw Bai Nianchu, he thought he was dreaming. The bitterness, pain and grievances that had been weighing on his heart surged up all at once.

His eyes were like a burst dam, and tears streamed down his face.

Even though he thought he was dreaming, Ling Yan didn't dare to do anything to his moon.

I dared not hug you, dared not look you in the eye; only tears flowed out like broken pearls, one after another.

Finally, she covered her face with her hands, and a low, muffled sob came through.

"Don't look at me... I'm ugly..."