Chapter Fifty-Eight: Weaving Tales

Xu Nuo understood clearly now—the system believed she lacked “delicacy,” and suggested that this could be her breakthrough to increase Sheng Ming’s stagnant affection value.

007 was experienced in such matters, and analyzed the situation for Xu Nuo in detail. First, she needed to create opportunities, change their lukewarm interactions, and bring about an emotional escalation.

007 spoke earnestly: “The plot is too bland and mundane—we need some ups and downs. There’s no incident here, no story. If there isn’t one, we’ll create it ourselves.”

Xu Nuo nodded to show she understood.

The city and its surrounding areas had been almost entirely cleared of zombies, but the lingering hazardous radiation made them unfit for ordinary people. Following the system’s advice, Xu Nuo finally chose a location some distance away, classified as a 3S-level danger zone—Blue City.

When Gu Xingze, Lin Qisheng, and Sheng Ming heard Xu Nuo say she wanted to go to Blue City, they were all incredulous.

007: “Is this really necessary, dear host?”

You were supposed to create a story, not a disaster—this was recklessly courting death. Not even the most powerful central base dared enter that place, yet you chose it as the setting for romance?

The group tried to persuade her, but Xu Nuo was resolute, refusing to listen or reason, stubbornly acting like a spoiled heiress intent on danger.

“Xu Nuo, what is it you really need?” Gu Xingze looked at her with calm eyes—no doubt, no confusion—he simply wanted an answer.

Xu Nuo smiled at him. “You’ve already given me what I need.”

After a long silence, Xu Nuo grew somewhat sentimental. “Thank you for accompanying me these days. I’ve had a great time.”

Gu Xingze raised his head, his eyes wavering slightly. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Though phrased as a question, his tone was certain.

“Mm, you know me well, don’t you?” Xu Nuo replied. “I haven’t forgotten the promise I made you, but I may not return to tell you in person. If you sense I won’t be coming back, open the second drawer of my bedside table—there’s a box inside, and when the time comes, it will open automatically.”

“Xu Nuo…” Gu Xingze’s tone suddenly grew agitated. He pressed his lips together, words struggling to form. “Actually, I…”

“Hm?” Xu Nuo smiled gently. “I know what you want to say. I’ve received your feelings.”

I love you.

Gu Xingze watched Xu Nuo’s departing figure. At that moment, his heart felt as if a piece had been hollowed out, yet it continued to beat stubbornly—anxious, dazed, afraid… The breeze stirred the treetops, leaving no trace.

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“Young master?!” The old butler, shocked beyond his years of cultivated composure, exclaimed, “Are you really going to accompany Xu Nuo to Blue City?”

Sheng Ming’s face betrayed no emotion. “I haven’t agreed to it.”

“Young master, you absolutely mustn’t go. You know what kind of place that is…” The old butler was truly alarmed. From his understanding of the young master, this didn’t sound like a refusal—he feared love might cloud his judgment and send him off on impulse.

As fate would have it, just as the butler’s lips grew parched from persuading him, a servant reported that Xu Nuo wished to see the young master.

Without thinking, the butler replied, “He’s not to be seen—tell her the young master is absent.”

The servant hesitated. “But sir, Miss Xu is already inside…”

“Master Sheng, have you made up your mind about that matter?” Xu Nuo headed straight to Sheng Ming’s side, her voice gentle and delicate, “It’s really inconvenient for me to go alone. Will you accompany me?”