Purple Dreams, Blue Twilight (Prince of Tennis)

Being alone isn’t frightening. What’s frightening is the loneliness you create for yourself. You can look upon the world with indifference, or live entirely in your own world. But if you no longer feel any attachment deep down, then life has lost its direction. Mysterious violet and dreamlike blue can weave together into a hazy palette. Violet holds blue within it, mystery entwines with fantasy, creating a dream tide as fleeting as smoke. Hence the name “Violet Dreams, Blue Tides”! A person wrapped in mystery, a heart like water, as lovely as an iris, as clear as a spring; Chasing leaves, recalling tender moments; drifting petals, remembering Cai Yi. Violet dreams drift like smoke; love surges like blue tides. Live a quiet life, walk your own path with carefree grace, lost in fond memories, searching for a peaceful cycle of rebirth! An unexpected meeting, a miraculous encounter; a glance over the shoulder, a sudden look back; Gentle as a cloud, calm as the breeze; flowers glimpsed through mist, illusions reflected in a mirror, as elusive as the moon in water! [A solemn disclaimer: The lines above are simply things I wrote when inspiration struck. They’re just lines, so please don’t call them “poetry,” a word that suggests elegance and technical skill. I may be lazy, and I haven’t exactly drunk many bottles of ink, but I do have enough self-awareness to know that much. At least I’ve learned what “respect” means, so please read this carefully before coming here to act like an all-knowing, sharp-tongued critic. Also, if you think my name is horribly embarrassing, depressing, or downright terrifying, please take the shortcut and “click the X.” No need to detour past my place. Sorry about that, and thanks for cooperating!!!] Click here for my upcoming quick transmigration story set in the entertainment industry. Updates will begin soon, so please support it. [Real-world version] Qin Weiwan thinks the three great joys in life are acting, eating delicious food, and snatching red envelopes. They have absolutely nothing to do with the suddenly appearing System. In a word, it’s useless. But the System promptly throws all dignity aside and tempts her into doing missions with exclusive red envelopes. After all her hard work, the envelopes end up attached to someone else. I’ll grab it, I’ll tap it, I… wait, why are the materialized red envelopes always attached either to someone’s chest or to some guy’s pert butt? And why is it always the same guy? For the first time in his life, this man has his chest and butt groped in public. Faced with the stunned, gossipy looks of reporters and onlookers, his gaze turns deep. “Could you be more subtle? I don’t see you being subtle at all. I’ll give you two choices: either sleep your way to the top, or take responsibility!” [Mission version] Lan Qilun has never felt so wronged in his life. A young actress groped his chest and butt, flirted with him, and then refused to take responsibility. So angry, he can only relieve his frustration by doing missions. Wait, who’s that? Isn’t that the young actress who flirted with him and then denied it? What’s she doing in the mission world? To earn red envelopes and indulge in a little groping, Qin Weiwan is giving it her all. But what’s that “NPC” who keeps popping up doing? Flirting with her? No, how come she runs into this guy in so many different worlds? Is he cheating? No red envelope, and you still want to flirt with a girl? Where do you get that confidence? Here’s the link to my author page. Everyone who likes my stories, come on in! All the latest news will be posted there: Theme: