Give Me Another Smile

Yin Zhao-an felt a sharp pain in her heart. In a panic, she grabbed the hand of the person in front of her and lowered her head to plant a kiss on it. Then, with tearful eyes, she said, “You have to believe me. I really do like you.”

Tang Yu was momentarily stunned by Yin Zhao-an’s actions. Then, the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably as she retracted her slightly numb hand and said, “Okay, I believe you.”

Kissing my hand is just…cheating!

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When Zhao Yu arrived, Tang Yu was reading a book in the living room. Upon hearing the doorbell ring, she got out of her seat to open the door.

Zhao Yu had long known that Tang Yu was in Yin Zhao-an’s house, so he wasn’t surprised to see Tang Yu opening the door. With a laptop clutched in his arms, he looked around inside the house, asking, “Big Sis Tang, where is Brother Zhao?”

“She’s upstairs. I’ll take you there.”

…

There was a laptop in the study. Tang Yu followed Yin Zhao-an’s instructions and brought the device to the bedroom. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Zhao Yu selecting a light-blue icon on his laptop.

It’s this game again…

Tang Yu’s eyes narrowed when she saw the familiar icon, the shadows in her eyes gradually accumulating until they eventually caused her pupils to turn hazy.

“This game’s quite fun, Brother Zhao. Since you don’t have anything better to do right now, you should give it a try,” Zhao Yu said, his eyes focused on the interface on the screen while his hands entered his account credentials. Then, the screen transitioned to a beautiful opening, followed by the game’s main interface.

Meanwhile, Tang Yu grabbed a book and disappeared into the balcony with an incredibly ugly look.

Tang Yu wasn’t mad at Zhao Yu, and neither did she hate him. On the contrary, she quite liked Zhao Yu as a person. He was sincere and courageous, and he dared to pursue his love, even if doing so meant going against his family.

What Tang Yu hated was the game Zhao Yu was introducing to Yin Zhao-an. She might not have lived a long life in her previous life, but she had still spent around two decades by Yin Zhao-an’s side. Yet, in the end, their relationship turned out less important than a game. Just the thought of this infuriated Tang Yu.

But what could Tang Yu do? Tell Yin Zhao-an not to touch this game? Or should she deprive Yin Zhao-an of all independent choices?

Impossible. Tang Yu would never do that. Even if Yin Zhao-an was willing to be controlled by her, Tang Yu didn’t wish to become that kind of person. She believed that if two people truly loved each other, they should learn to respect each other.

…

Yin Zhao-an was at a loss as she held onto her computer, her eyes constantly darting to the balcony.

As engrossed as he was in his game, Zhao Yu still noticed the strange atmosphere between Yin Zhao-an and Tang Yu, and he couldn’t help but be confused by this situation. After switching his gaze between the person surrounded by a heavy atmosphere on the balcony and the absent-minded person in the room a few times, Zhao Yu put his character on auto-pilot and called out:

“Brother Zhao.”

Brought back to reality, Yin Zhao-an looked at Zhao Yu, wearing a confused look as she waited for Zhao Yu to continue speaking.

Pointing his chin at her laptop, Zhao Yu asked, “Has the download finished?”

Yin Zhao-an quickly remembered what they were doing and looked at her laptop’s screen. Then, she found that not only had the game’s download finished, but even the installation was completed already. Currently, the game’s client was flickering on the screen, waiting for a click from her cursor.

The game was called “Art of Freedom.” It was an adventurous-sounding name. However, when Yin Zhao-an saw the game’s light-blue icon, she felt a stinging pain in her eyes, as if needles were prickling them. A feeling of disgust also welled up within her, causing her expression to turn ugly.

Zhao Yu quickly noticed the change in Yin Zhao-an’s expression. He originally thought something had gone wrong with the installation, but just as he was about to get up to take a look, Yin Zhao-an suddenly stopped him.

“It’s nothing. I just feel like I’ve seen this game before,” Yin Zhao-an said while pinching the bridge of her nose. She felt as if something in her mind was clamoring to break loose. However, the more she tried to think about it, the worse her headache got.

Having no interest in finding trouble for herself, Yin Zhao-an quickly decided to cast aside her confusion and concentrated on researching the game.

She had to admit that the game’s opening scene was well-made. The opening started by showing a peach blossom forest in full bloom. Then, two shooting stars shot across the sky and arrived at a vast sea, the shockwaves they generated causing the sea to surge. Even though every scene was made using CGI, it looked as if everything was shot in the real world.

Eventually, the two “shooting stars” stopped at the top of a misty mountain and revealed their true appearances—two individuals who looked at the world beneath them with disdain.

The first person to catch Yin Zhao-an’s eye was a woman with a delicate face. The woman’s black hair was combed into a bun and held together by pink tassels, and she wore a pink dress that fluttered in the breeze.

Standing next to the woman was a man with a slender build. The man had a sharp and handsome face and long hair that was tied into a ponytail. Unlike the empty-handed woman, the man carried a longsword on his back.

Subsequently, an input box popped up on Yin Zhao-an’s screen, prompting her to register an account. Without much thought, Yin Zhao-an entered her email account, set a password, and clicked “Register.”

The next step was the most crucial one—choosing a role.

Characters in this game could choose between six classes, and these classes were split between offensive and supporting roles.

Yin Zhao-an’s mind hovered between the Wanderer and Mystic classes, hesitant about which to choose.

When Zhao Yu saw Yin Zhao-an staring at the screen and doing nothing for a long time, he curiously snuck a look and decisively clicked on the next selection page for her, revealing a Bard holding a zither.

“?” Yin Zhao-an frowned when she saw the Bard class on the screen. “But I want to be an attacker.”

In response, Zhao Yu shook his head and began to talk at length, “Based on my experience, the Bardis is the most well-rounded class. The Mystic might be a stronger DPS, but the class’s support skills focus only on raising Const and Speed. So, Mystics are paper when it comes to taking hits.”

Although Yin Zhao-an didn’t understand what Zhao Yu was saying, she refused to show weakness, so she pretended to understand and nodded.