After surviving a deadly escape game, Yan Xianchuan was determined to live a normal life. However, just two days after arriving, she found herself unexpectedly arranged to marry someone. What she didn’t anticipate was that her fiancée, an actress, had a secret side hustle. In the dead of night, her delicate wife would leap out the window. Yan Xianchuan raised an eyebrow: “If I remember correctly, this is the 99th floor. Should I pretend not to notice or remind her to wear more clothes?” One night, instead of jumping out, her wife tried to pry open her door. Waking from a dream, Yan Xianchuan politely greeted the uninvited guest at her bedside: “Good evening?” Then suddenly a gun is pointed at her forehead. “Hey, hey, hey!!” Lu Mingqiu often described herself as a foolish idealist. She walked a path unrecognized by society, betraying her class in an effort to break free from her environment and the constraints of her upbringing. She wanted not just to change her own fate, but to help ordinary people oppressed by the tycoons resist together. Even her comrades viewed her with skepticism, simply because she was an omega—an omega expected to serve her family and marry well. Except for her fiancée, who was supposedly a useless alpha. Yan Xianchuan looked at her with equal regard, listened to her troubles, supported her actions, and never interfered. Yan Xianchuan admired her soul, not her appearance. In a world where emotional detachment was the norm, Lu Mingqiu found solace in Yan Xianchuan’s presence. As smoke filled the air, the two were trapped in a damp underground, listening to the rumble of explosions overhead and the footsteps of pursuers closing in, both seriously injured. With a touch of magic, Yan Xianchuan pulled out two chocolate candies. “Want some candy?” she asked, adding, “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” Lu Mingqiu gazed into her ink-black eyes and whispered, “Have I never told you I love you?”