Chapter 103 Part 2

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Chapter 103, Part 2: Xie Qingxuan’s Turn—Where Miracles and Magic Come at a Price (2)

She remembered how Chu Yuanqing would help her brush her hair, tell her bedtime stories, and remind her not to overwork. At times, she would even comfort her with a gentle touch on her hair, exuding a warmth that was both compassionate and reassuring.

At that moment—

Chu Yuanqing’s cool fingertips, her tender gaze like an elder’s, the soft curve of her smile, the way she held her, and her clear, story-telling voice… All these details flooded Xie Qingxuan’s mind like a tidal wave, overwhelming her thoughts of revenge and the stage. A bitter regret surfaced alongside an inexplicable joy, submerging her entirely.

To ignore such care… felt unbearable.

To be valued, to be cared for… felt intoxicating.

For a brief moment, Xie Qingxuan was lost. Her growing recognition of Chu Yuanqing’s importance left her unsure how to act. Awkwardly avoiding her gaze, she stammered, her eyes darting nervously:

“Let’s meet tomorrow. Chen Yining’s group might challenge us, so arranging it shouldn’t be difficult. And… do you want to rest today?”

Chu Yuanqing blinked. The usually poised girl now looked unexpectedly downcast, even the platinum tips of her hair seemed dim under the light, resembling a forlorn golden retriever longing for affection.

So cute, Chu Yuanqing thought.

This child must be exhausted from recent training. Smiling softly, she reached out to pat Xie Qingxuan’s head and reassured her:

“Of course. Your health is more important than the stage. Training works best when balanced with rest.”

Xie Qingxuan lowered her head, letting Chu Yuanqing stroke her hair. Her typically aloof expression softened into something charming and endearing, radiating a youthful innocence.

The girl, often viewed as a “Great Devil” by fans and rivals, unconsciously leaned closer, resting her head on Chu Yuanqing’s lap like a docile puppy.

Her voice was calm but carried a hint of vulnerability as she murmured:

“Can you keep touching me? It makes me feel safe.”

The straightforwardness of the request struck Chu Yuanqing. It made her feel… maternal.

But then, an odd memory surfaced. She recalled Tang Liuli—the mischievous green-eyed cat—stealing her first kiss with a sly grin, teasing:

“Remember this trick, Little Qing, so no bad women can use it on you.”

Yet Xie Qingxuan seemed nothing like that. She was polite, innocent, and sincere.

It’s just touching her hair, Chu Yuanqing reasoned. We’ve done this before, haven’t we?

Brushing away her concerns, she gently combed through Xie Qingxuan’s hair. The girl’s lashes fluttered, and her face seemed at peace, free of malice or deception.

Not everyone is like Liuli, Chu Yuanqing reminded herself. Qingxuan isn’t one of those “bad women.”

The two remained close for a while, the atmosphere light and warm. They trained for a bit after, then retired to rest.

Midnight

Xie Qingxuan opened her eyes, inhaling the faint plum blossom scent lingering in the air—Chu Yuanqing’s scent. Her mind swirled with confusion and awkward longing as she whispered to herself:

“Little Qing smells so good.”

Her legs shifted restlessly under the blanket as she hugged herself tightly. Eventually, she drifted into a restless sleep.

Underground Base

In the dimly lit control room, Dream Weaver Rabbit’s crimson eyes glinted as it monitored the base’s operations. Its lips curled into a wide grin as it chuckled darkly.

On the screen, a group of tired contestants plotted to eliminate their weaker teammates under the guise of a challenge. Their tearful justifications and cold pragmatism amused the Rabbit.

“Yes… That’s the spirit,” it murmured. “Selfishness, ambition, domination… all essential for idols.”

Its gaze shifted to the training rooms. Inside, the “Heart Flow” program was underway—an intense regimen combining mental conditioning, dream manipulation, and the use of “Calamity Seeds” to enhance emotional resonance.

Dream Weaver Rabbit’s grin widened as it whispered:

“Miracles and magic come at a price.”

The training had its victims. Contestants emerged pale and drained, their eyes hollow. Among them was Liang Xiaoxiao.

She staggered out of the room, clutching her head. The sleepless nights and relentless drills had taken their toll, yet a faint smile lingered on her lips. The “Heart Flow” was working—her skills and confidence had noticeably improved.

Maybe… just maybe, she thought, I can become a top idol.

That night, as Liang Xiaoxiao drifted into an uneasy sleep, her mind was consumed by nightmares—memories of abuse, cruelty, and loss. The darkness of her past threatened to overwhelm her, trapping her in an endless maze of pain.

Dream Weaver Rabbit watched her struggles with amusement, whispering:

“Only those who overcome their inner demons can wield true power.”

The Next Day

Liang Xiaoxiao woke, her body trembling and her face pale. She suspected the “Heart Flow” had its costs, but she was resolute.

False nightmares couldn’t deter her.

She would endure anything to feel the warmth of love—even if it was fleeting and artificial.

Noon

Kirimi Miyuki triumphed over her rivals with the “Heart Flow,” standing tall and confident. She turned to Tang Liuli, her tone both challenging and persuasive:

“Do you think you can outshine Xie Qingxuan now?

“Join my team, and I’ll teach you the true potential of ‘Heart Flow.’ Together, we’ll defeat Xie Qingxuan in the next round and claim the stage for ourselves!”