As the reigning tyrant of Qin City, Guo Xiruo grew up trampling everyone in her age group underfoot, relying on her beauty, family background, and sky-high arrogance. Whoever caught her eye was doomed. And what she hated most were those frail little crybabies, all weak in the knees, slender and delicate, ready to well up with tears at the slightest provocation. So annoying. But everything changed when she woke up inside a fluffy doll carried everywhere by one such girl. She could not move, could not speak, and her soul was trapped inside that tiny stuffed body, with every moment stretching into agony. She had no choice but to rely on a soft, kind little girl to keep from going mad. Turns out the crybaby was not that annoying after all. She was even a little gentle. She tucked her in with a blanket, set her out in the sun, changed her clothes, and bathed her carefully. She sang nursery rhymes, read books aloud, and held her in her arms, rocking and soothing her. Guo Xiruo decided that once she got back into her own body, she would become friends with this little crybaby. From age thirteen to sixteen, Ye Zi was blind for a full three years. The thing that stayed by her side the longest was an old plush doll. She had a secret no one knew: her plush doll could be happy, and it could throw tantrums. It was as if it were alive. She had to make it a tiny quilted bed and wash it until it was spotless before it would be pleased. After rainy weather, when the house turned damp, she had to carry it outside on the second sunny day and let it dry in the sun before it would behave. Even though the little doll was spoiled and awkward, always asking for this and demanding that, and even though no one but her could hear what it said, Ye Zi was still very happy. She had no friends. After transmigrating into the book, she spent every day terrified, hugging the plush doll and crying in secret. She had read that novel. The villain in it was her mortal enemy, and her own future ending would be miserable. Ye Zi was afraid. So she whispered to the plush doll, "I'm scared. I don't want to go to school." "I want to go home. This isn't my home." "All the villains in the book are so frightening, especially Guo Xiruo. I'm scared to meet her." ??? The plush doll, drenched in her tears, was full of question marks. Afraid of her? Villain? Ye Zi hugged the doll tight and kissed it. "Good thing I still have you." In that dark world, the little plush doll that bickered and sparred with her every day became the brightest splash of color in her life. Her greatest wish was that one day she would be able to open her eyes and see what her good friend looked like. At last, Ye Zi's eyes were cured. On the day she finally opened them, with tears and anticipation in her eyes, she looked toward the little plush treasure she loved most. But the doll lay motionless and never spoke again. In the first month after leaving the doll's body and regaining the freedom of her soul, Guo Xiruo charged straight up to Ye Zi. "A formal introduction. My name is Guo Xiruo, and I'm a good kid." Ye Zi blinked and swallowed her fear. Wuwu... her mortal enemy had arrived! So this is a healing sweet story where the protagonist takes the beloved-darling script, clutches a stuffed doll close, and ends up protected by her sworn rival. >>> Also recommending my new novel, That Omega Is Taming the Black Moonlight. Click the author column to find it. >>> Ji Yilian is heaven's favored daughter, the youngest S-rank alpha in the Alliance. She returned alive from the war in the Abyss, dazzlingly beautiful, radiant as a rose. But all of that was built on the devotion of the little childhood friend who had once given everything for her. That childhood friend saved every vial of her own talent serum and eagerly delivered them all to Ji Yilian, another orphan, hoping only that she would grow wings and become a phoenix. Because she scrimped on food and necessities and poured every resource into Ji Yilian, the little childhood friend missed the critical moment to awaken her own spiritual body, and could only spend the rest of her life hopelessly watching Ji Yilian walk farther and farther away. She did not even live to be nineteen before Ji Yilian forgot her with ease. When Yan Liu was bound to a romance system, her target was the cold-hearted, cold-blooded scum-alpha black moonlight Ji Yilian from the original book. Reborn at eighteen and facing the crucial moment of awakening her omega spiritual body, Yan Liu crushed the talent serum without hesitation and swallowed it herself. Hah. What she wanted was not strategy, but taming. Later, Ji Yilian searched every bramble-choked corner beneath the Abyss for nothing more than a blue rose that might make Yan Liu look at her one extra time. When she heard that Yan Liu was about to be matched with another alpha, this proud alpha, unbeaten on the battlefields of the Abyss, lowered her head, came before Yan Liu, and offered up everything she had. "Let me be the one who gives now. You don't have to do anything. Give me a chance, okay, Yanyan?" "How could they possibly compare to me? We are the true childhood sweethearts." Yan Liu only smiled. The conquest progress had already reached 100 percent. She nodded and said "Okay," took the blue rose, and gently tore it apart. The next day she chose to leave the pocket world. After losing the person she loved desperately, the young alpha's temperament changed overnight. Unable to find her beloved, she smashed through the wall between worlds. "Yanyan." The young S-rank alpha had nearly abandoned everything just to reach Yan Liu's side. Her face was pale, but her lips were vividly red. When she looked at Yan Liu, a frantic humility flashed deep in her eyes. "Didn't you promise me?" The alpha steeped in despair and obsession kept only tenderness in front of Yan Liu. She took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. "Our Yanyan really is mischievous." "But it doesn't matter. I've found you." Stunning black-moonlight alpha and a spoiled, proud, glamorous omega. Tips: 1. Female alpha with no extra equipment. 2. Darkened shura field / crematorium wife-chasing.