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

At five o'clock in the morning, Bai Nianchu was woken up by the system's automatic reminder function.

This feature allows for 24/7 uninterrupted monitoring of the cabin's guests, making it easier for the host to strategize.

Upon noticing that Ling Yan, the fourth male, was experiencing a continuous drop in body temperature and was feeling cold all over, the system automatically emitted a "beep beep" sound.

The mechanical sound wasn't loud, but Bai Nianchu was a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest sound.

When she woke up, she learned that Ling Yan hadn't even brought a blanket and had gone to sleep in the media room in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, they were all awake, so Bai Nianchu went to find them to prevent them from developing a fever.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ling Yan woke up, he burst into tears in front of her.

Bai Nianchu recalled her past life—most of the tears she had seen were filled with despair.

She had witnessed too many of her comrades' cries before their deaths. They risked their lives to escape the horde of zombies, yet still couldn't escape being scratched and bitten. When they saw her, it was like a little beast seeing hope, grabbing her trouser leg, tears mixed with blood, wailing, "I don't want to die," "Save me," until they were completely infected, turned into zombies, and finally executed by firing squad, their eyes still open.

She had also seen the tears of traitors begging for mercy. For greater gains and a safer base, they would betray their teammates for a gun, a pair of shoes, or even a cookie, pushing innocent comrades out to take the fall. After their deeds were exposed, they would kneel on the ground, weeping and begging for forgiveness, expressing their deep remorse and regret. But such tears were as cheap as sewage, only despicable when they fell on the ground.

And then there are the tears of the elderly, the weak, women, and children. The old, children, mothers who have lost their children, lovers separated by death... They cry for food, for relatives, for lovers, for an unseen tomorrow. Their cries are the most numb, and also the most heartbreaking.

Having witnessed too many tears, Bai Nianchu had long since learned to remain composed.

At least in that world, crying was simply a way to release emotions.

Living on is the best way to comfort oneself and the deceased.

She respects every life and will only save those who want to live.

Memories return.

Bai Nianchu's eyes flickered slightly.

She has seen many people cry.

I've never seen anyone cry so fragilely, so aggrievedly, so helplessly.

Bai Nianchu had no tissues around, so she could only cup Ling Yan's face in her hands and wipe away his tears with her fingertips.

To my surprise, the more I wiped, the more there was.

Touching the real temperature, Ling Yan finally realized that this was not a dream—

Standing before him was the real Bai Nianchu.

But he couldn't control his tears at all.

While shedding tears, she thought painfully:

He must look very ugly now.

Someone saw me looking so ugly.

That person just so happens to be the one he likes.

He's so stupid...

Ugly and stupid.

Ling Yan's eyes were very red from crying.

Even her lips trembled, glistening with tears.

Like a gloomy and handsome vampire trapped in a thorny castle, yearning for sunlight yet afraid of being hurt by it, he can only secretly shed tears while guarding his cold lair.

Gloomy, fragile, and pitiful.

"Why are you crying?" Bai Nianchu asked.

She cried so much that her fingertips were almost sore from being soaked in water.

With his face cupped, Ling Yan had no way to avoid her gaze, so he could only mumble the reason in a trembling voice, filled with unease.

"I dreamt that... you held hands with someone else for the last time, and walked away without looking back..."

"He didn't even glance at me."

Bai Nianchu: "..."

She frowned slightly: "Just because of that?"

Ling Yan's tears, which she had just managed to stop, burst forth again.

"sorry……"

He was asking for too much.

The moon is the moon, so why would it come toward him?

He was too greedy. Because he had experienced a moment of being illuminated by moonlight, he mistakenly believed that he too could possess that pure and noble moon. Even if it was just for a brief instant, even if that light was cold and distant.

"...Don't cry."

Bai Nianchu sighed softly.

She thought she had made it obvious enough—among these men, Ling Yan had always been her first choice, showing her a slight preference over the others.

Perhaps it was because Ling Yan had been carrying a sense of inferiority and insecurity from the very beginning, and that low self-esteem stemming from his fear of being disliked and abandoned always made her unable to resist taking extra care of him.

Perhaps it's because her cool demeanor is rooted in rationality, a desire for control and dominance that has been passed down from her past life.

Bai Nianchu always felt that her time with Ling Yan was the most comfortable.

Because his personality perfectly matched certain traits inherent in her.

Just like the followers who ran all over the world after her in her previous life, most of them were like Ling Yan, who were taciturn and had her in their hearts and eyes. They unconditionally supported any decision she made, and there were very few internal conflicts among the team members. At least they would not bring their internal conflicts to her.

Shen Chaosheng, who was both her deputy and lover in her past life, was the kind of person who obeyed her without question and was taciturn but capable.

However, Shen Chaosheng was not as fragile as Ling Yan.

Bai Nianchu was briefly lost in thought.

Did Shen Chaosheng ever cry?

It seems so.

Was it at the moment she died...?

She couldn't remember very clearly either.

The first thing to do is to soothe this kitten in front of me, which is severely insecure.

Bai Nianchu leaned forward, her slender fingers reaching down to hook Ling Yan's chin. Her pure black eyes scanned from around his reddened eyes to his glistening lips, as if she were pondering something.

It was still dark, and it wasn't time to turn on the monitor in the cabin.

Even so, Ling Yan held his breath and didn't dare to make a sound.

next second.

Bai Nianchu lowered her head, her long, dark hair cascading down like silk.

A faint fragrance of her hair and her unique cool scent wafted towards me.

Ling Yan felt a momentary daze, and before he could react, a soft, warm touch unexpectedly covered his lips.

The soft touch is as light as a petal, separating at the slightest touch. The delicate fragrance of jasmine wafts in with each breath, lingering on the tip of the nose from afar.

Ling Yan's mind went completely blank.

He just stared at her blankly.

What just happened?

Ling Yan couldn't believe it.

She stood there stunned for three or four seconds before cautiously touching her lips.

Am I dreaming?

"She just...kissed me?"

Ling Yan didn't even dare to blink.

I'm terrified that if I close my eyes and open them again, I'll find that everything that just happened was just a dream.

Bai Nianchu looked down at him: "Are you at ease now?"

Ling Yan was startled, his heart pounding.

Bai Nianchu was responding to the dream he had just mentioned—she saw his inferiority complex and insecurity, as well as his fear and pain at being abandoned by her.

Her kiss was so sweet, even if it was just a light touch.

One kiss instantly pulled Ling Yan from hell to heaven.

He not only felt relieved, but also felt his heart soaring.

Although the surveillance cameras and surveillance cameras were not turned on, no one else saw this scene except them.

But Bai Nianchu coming to him, comforting him, and kissing him—does that mean…?

"Does she have some feelings for me too?"