Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

"That's none of your business," he could only say.

When Ryan dies, time rewinds. In reality, the death doesn't actually happen. Countless rewinds connect to form a timeline. From the perspective of ordinary people, Ryan has never actually died. He just behaves strangely all the time. He's just a hypocrite who pretends to love something but is actually afraid of it.

Archduke Lawrence commented: "This kid will be normal once he's developed his intelligence."

The butler wrote this down in his notebook.

But Jasmine could sense... that although he hadn't died, Ryan was seeking death every day.

Even though he was still alive, it felt as if he could leave at any moment—she always had this inexplicable intuition and had even consulted others about it.

Archduke Lawrence commented: Well, another one has been infected.

Nobody believed it.

"Why do you want to die every day?" Jasmine looked at him and whispered, "Why? Is being with me so painful?"

"...This is none of your business."

Ryan knew he couldn't continue the conversation, or rather, he dared not continue it. This was a false dream, and once the soul was lost, it could never wake up.

This test is absolutely awful.

He was furious.

Ryan said, "To steal the stars from the sky."

"So, to steal the stars from the sky, you'd stop looking at your shadow on the ground?" Jasmine asked. "Because the stars are more important than the shadow?"

He just wanted to return to reality.

There are still people waiting for him in reality.

But Ryan realized that there was something wrong with his mindset. His life was in reality, and his life was still in his dreams. He chose to painfully reverse his life, which made Jasmine in this world feel uneasy and in pain as well.

“I’ve decided to die easily.” Ryan looked up at the sky: “Having a second chance is just too awesome, why make things so bitter?”

"Is this good news?" Jasmine asked.

“Yes, Miss Jasmine,” he said. “I won’t make you feel uneasy.”

Ryan decided to tell Molly the truth, even though she would forget it yesterday if he told her today.

This includes the fact that time would rewind after his death, that this world is a dream world, and that there is another Miss Jasmine in reality.

"So you still want to commit suicide?" Jasmine asked after a long silence.

"Yes, this is something that must be done."

Ryan said, "However, I still want to die easily."

That's the hardest part.

After death time and time again, the body can be reborn, but the soul cannot.

Given his current condition, it's impossible for him to have been dead for sixteen years.

“I’ve found a way to die without any pain,” Miss Jasmine suddenly said.

Ryan didn't believe it.

He felt that Jasmine was trying to trick him again. It was bad enough that she sold him fake courses, but today she tricked him into buying fake medicine.

I tried a thousand suicide attempts before and none of them worked, so how could I suddenly have one today?

"In what way?" Ryan asked tentatively.

"Want to know?" The half-elf tilted his head. "Then you have to promise me one thing—when you see me again yesterday, the day after tomorrow, and every day thereafter, you have to tell me the truth—you have to swear it."

Ryan hesitated for a long time, and as the night deepened, he finally nodded.

"So how did you die?" he asked again.

"The answer is simple."

The half-elf lady answered.

"I'll die with you, Mr. Lane."

Ryan was stunned, completely stunned. He had anticipated many possible answers, but he had never expected this one.

Jasmine took a bottle of potions out of her pocket. Each potion was encapsulated. Ryan recognized the potion; he didn't know when Jasmine had stolen it from the potion shop... a sleeping potion.

She poured out one of the seeds, picked it up with her fingertips, and placed it on her cherry-like thin lips, holding it with her tongue like a kitten with a fish in its mouth.

"You're insane...!"

Ryan rushed forward to stop her; the crazy woman was absolutely insane!

But Miss Jasmine was faster than him.

The dazzling starlight fell to the ground, cicadas chirped all night in the early summer, and the sounds of pursuers came from outside the alley. Shouts, noises and barking dogs mingled together, but Ryan could not hear anything else. Fireworks bloomed in the sky above the ground.

"That's strange, where did they go?"

The pursuer found it strange; he clearly saw two people there, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Let's look somewhere else..." he muttered, and left.

What he didn't notice was—

In the shadows cast by falling starlight, the girl's shadow kissed the boy's shadow.

"Ryan Lumin".

Jasmine bit down hard on the potion between her teeth, biting down deeply and forcefully, until blood mixed with the potion dissolved between them.

This is a kiss with the taste of iron and blood.

It carries bitterness and astringency, shadows and a sky full of stars.

"You fucking want to die a few times, I'll die with you a few times!"

The girl said fiercely:

"A thousand times, ten thousand times! Even if it means dying at the ends of the earth!!"

Chapter 170 Miss Jasmine is in high spirits

"Miss Jasmine, you have a really sharp tongue."

Ryan opened his eyes again, and half a day had passed, returning to this morning.

The sun hadn't come out, it was raining outside the window, and the thin morning mist hadn't yet dissipated.

He subconsciously touched his lips; the soft, cherry blossom-like touch still lingered, elusive, as if it were just a dream.

"You sharp-tongued woman!" he exclaimed angrily.

Ryan was telling the truth. Jasmine put the poison in her mouth, and when she took a bite, the poison dissolved and killed Ryan and Jasmine instantly.

He felt very uncomfortable every time he experienced a death regression.

The excruciating pain before death is secondary; pain is also a form of living. What's truly terrifying is the inability to feel anything at all, the desolate and empty 'nothingness,' which, though only a momentary emptiness, feels long and seemingly eternal.

This is what makes death so terrifying.

The body is reborn after death, but the wear and tear on the soul is irreversible.

If things had gone according to the old rules, let alone committing suicide a thousand years ago, even if it had been sixteen years since then, Ryan's mind would have collapsed before he could have, and he would have become a prisoner.

But this time, the emptiness was greatly reduced.

The wear and tear on the soul has also lessened.

...Lyan knew this was all thanks to the half-elf lady; it proved to be better to be imprisoned in a double row than in a single row.

It was still early.

He looked out the window and saw a light drizzle falling, the raindrops tapping on the glass and creating delicate, moist droplets.

Yes, it rained in the city this morning, and the sky cleared up in the evening. Then he went out with Miss Jasmine to buy poison, and subsequently became a wanted man throughout the entire black market...

Recalling what happened half a day later, Ryan remained silent for a moment.

So, that's why.

Miss Jasmine sat opposite Ryan, interrupting his thoughts, and warned him with a serious expression: "Because of Lu Ming's control, you can't say the name directly when you buy medicine tonight. You have to hint at it tactfully—this is the rule in our underworld!"

Time has rewound, and she has no memory of what happened half a day later.

You're still trying to lie to me?

Is this a wicked woman training a dog?

Ryan was so angry he laughed. Today, because of Jasmine's nonsense, he bought gunpowder, birth control pills, and a very pleasurable drug, but he couldn't find the sleeping pill he wanted.

How dare a mere half-elf be so arrogant?

You can choose to be an elf or a human, but what does it mean to be a half-elf? Should we invite you to a feast for both humans and elves?

"You dare to lie to me?"

He was furious just thinking about it, so he stood up and grabbed the half-elf's pointed ears.

Jasmine, who was beaming with joy, panicked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on the moment her ear was grabbed: "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Stop pulling! Stop pulling! Are you crazy?!"

He was so anxious that he started swearing.

Having finally managed to free her ears, she looked at him with disbelief: "How did you figure that out?"

Jasmine believed her lies were flawless, and Ryan had never been to the black market, so how could he possibly expose her scheme?

“Because I am resourceful and perceptive.” Ryan’s face lit up with excitement: “Your Uncle Ryan saw through your trick at a glance.”

He made no mention of having read the script beforehand.

“...Tsk.” Jasmine covered her reddened, pointed ears. She hadn’t expected Ryan to be so intelligent.

Ryan looked at her and fell silent.

This evening, Jasmine's words to him were still vivid in his mind: 'Then you have to promise me one thing... From now on, every time you see me... you have to tell me the truth.'

He didn't know whether he should tell Jasmine...

Knowing the truth, is it a good thing or a bad thing for Jasmine?

If a normal person suddenly realized that 'it was all just a dream, and everything I experienced never really existed,' they would probably suffer a mental breakdown and their moral compass would crumble.

Either I've gone mad, or the person on the other end has gone mad.

However, Jasmine is probably not acting normally, and Ryan promised her, so he can't possibly go back on his word.

"Miss Jasmine."

Ryan coughed lightly, straightened his posture, and adopted a solemn attitude: "I have something important to tell you."

Seeing Ryan's attitude, Jasmine realized it must be something serious and also became serious.

Are you going to confess your feelings?

“No.” Ryan shook his head.

"Are we actually siblings?" Jasmine guessed again. "You can confess your feelings even if you're related by blood."

"No!" Ryan was annoyed by being interrupted so often. "Besides, even if we're related by blood, we're just siblings at most. You're older than me, so don't try to act young like an old lady!"

"...I think you're really lovesick," Jasmine said with a dark face.

“That’s it,” Ryan nodded. “You finally guessed right!”

"what?"

.....

After some discussion, Ryan told Jasmine the whole truth about the world and the reasons why he kept committing suicide.

After hearing these words, Jasmine fell into a long period of deep thought.

It's normal to feel confused and disoriented when you suddenly realize that everything you've experienced is fake and that there's another real world.

Ryan understood.

A light rain was falling outside the window, and the sycamore tree cast its rain-scented shade, covering Miss Jasmine's profile with a damp shadow.

After pondering for a long time...