[Will You Marry Me?] Chapter Two: My Past Life and My Ex

Chapter Two: My Past Life and My Ex
Before I met Xiao Feng, I had never known what love was. Even

before I was pulled into this game system that constantly sent me to different worlds to complete missions, it was the same in my previous life on Earth

.
My mother was a train attendant. My father, traveling on a sleeper

train journey and they eventually got married. However, after I was born,

my mother didn't know that my father was actually married before; his first marriage hadn't been registered with the civil affairs bureau

or . But in his hometown, everyone knew he had a wife and even a child.
When I was six, I also learned that my father had an unregistered ex-wife, and that I had an

older brother who later died of illness. How did I know? My parents argued every day—small arguments on Mondays, Wednesdays, and

Fridays physical fights on Sundays—it never stopped.
In the second semester of second grade, my mother, with a bloodied head, called the police for the third time, and then

she was determined to divorce my father. To escape this lying, alcoholic, and

violent woman, she chose to abandon me, who was only eight years old, and gave up all her possessions, leaving with nothing but

a "clean break" in a divorce.
My childhood was spent in fear and pain. From as far back as I can remember, my parents argued constantly,

practically every day they fought, and they would even hit each other every few days. Once, my father threw out a bowl of hot porridge,

which scraped against the side of my arm and burned me.
After I entered junior high school, my father remarried a woman who had also been married before, but I still didn't

feel any warmth from my family. Apart from them still providing me with lodging, leaving me some food (which

wasn't even hot; most of the time they had already eaten when I came home from school, and I had to reheat the food myself and eat it with

cold rice), and paying my tuition and book fees, I felt like a child without parents. I was

even after school and criticized by the teacher for not having a parent attend parent-teacher conferences for three consecutive semesters.
During my three years of junior high, I had very little interaction with classmates, let alone a first love. This resulted in

very few friends; I was only somewhat familiar with those who sat in front of and behind me or my deskmate—people I had to talk to

for .
Growing up in such a family environment naturally impacted my studies and

took a heavy toll on my mental health. Furthermore, I wasn't a genius; I didn't have a particularly bright mind, nor

the perseverance and determination to persist in my studies despite the hardship and chaos of my family.
Therefore, I attended an ordinary junior high school with mediocre teachers. My learning environment and family care

were severely lacking, and I lacked the internal drive to overcome the external obstacles hindering my academic progress. Consequently, I barely made it into

a regular high school, failing even to get into a top-tier district school.
My father declared that he would absolutely not support me in attending any non-top-tier high school; I had to either listen to him

and go to a vocational school to find a job after graduation, or find my own way—he wouldn't pay a penny.

What ? Naturally, I obeyed his arrangement and went to a vocational school he had chosen for me to study tourism and hotel management

.
Due to the curriculum, there were actually quite a few girls in the school. Generally, most junior high students, unless they're

mischievous and playful or bookworms who only know how to study, will experience at

least have had a first love, or at least a secret crush.
But I never had one. It wasn't until this vocational school that I vaguely

sensed a slight attraction to a girl. She was a

girl with a round, doll-like face and a petite figure. She didn't look like a vocational school student at all, but rather like a twelve or

thirteen-year-old had just left elementary school and entered junior high.
But before this vague, even unclear, attraction could develop into something that would make me

actively approach her, she started dating another girl in her dorm. This "dating" was

n't like the typical dorm hierarchy where girls pair up and call each other "husband" and "wife"—it was more like a playful

game. Instead, they were truly inseparable, always together like a couple, constantly appearing side by side, kissing in

stairwells, corridors, and other places, making soft "smack-smack" sounds.
Later, it escalated to them reaching under the big tree behind the teaching building after class and touching each other's

breasts. A few other boys and I would crouch in a window on the first floor, spying on their caresses and

kisses, and we could vaguely hear their panting and moans. Surprisingly, I felt no pain that the person I liked

was , nor any disbelief that the woman I loved liked another woman.
It was as if I hadn't seen anything at all; I felt no pain or turmoil. From that moment of spying, I

realized that I had never truly loved her, not even liked her. At least if I had liked her,

I wouldn't have felt nothing.
But at the time, I didn't know why I wasn't like the other boys who were spying, either filled with morbid

excitement or a sense of voyeuristic pleasure. I didn't feel any excitement at all; it was just an ordinary

scene, like watching a teacher standing on a platform—nothing special.
Looking back now, I think that's when I started to lose all feeling for girls,

even when they were touching themselves or kissing. I didn't feel like I was watching porn; I didn't get excited or

aroused .
So, my only crush in my past life ended before it even began.
After graduation, on my way home, I encountered a thief being chased by the victim and his helper. Because I looked back and didn't see the thief running towards

me , I bumped into him. Cursed by the thief for being in

my way, I was stabbed four times in the chest and abdomen by him, who had already pulled out a knife. I eventually died from blood loss in

the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
My short and boring life, without ever having been in love, never knowing what "a happy

life" was, ended meaninglessly at the hands of a bad person who had nothing to do with me.

Even I didn't feel sorry for myself; I just thought, how could this guy live such a meaningless life?

Let's chat. He's never even had a woman he liked in his life.

Would his life have been different if he'd been born differently, lived differently, or even been a different gender and liked men?
Perhaps it's because of these wild thoughts while hanging in mid-air after death, looking at my own corpse, that I was

chosen and brought here to participate in this "game" I've never seen before.
The game system told me that what I'm participating in is actually still in the testing phase. It's just that the system

has changed its access port when entering the internet on Earth, allowing some people with fantasies to voluntarily participate in the

"internal testing" phase. Now it's directly guiding souls with thoughts after death into the "public testing" phase.

To put it bluntly, it's gone from a phishing website where willing people take the bait to directly kidnapping people from the streets.
I wasn't the first "transmigrator" to enter this "I Want to Get Married" series of worlds (during the closed beta, they were

actually called "players," but

those lured in by phishing websites and fake ads found the "game" couldn't be stopped or exited, leading to strong dissatisfaction. The system then

changed the ironic term "player," which sounded like someone being manipulated by the game, to the less jarring "

transmigrator "). In fact, my own quest world

started right after the worlds he had already completed.
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Before me, there was another guy (even younger than me, perhaps I should call him a boy? He was

just a middle school graduate) who was pulled into the game by the system and began

his transmigration journey through the "I Want to Get Married" series of worlds. This younger guy completed his quests far better than I, who failed the main quest
in my first world . He completed

the main

quests flawlessly, but unfortunately, the fourth quest encountered

a tragic bug: the worlds of "The Prodigy of the Martial World" and another, "The Mad Swordsman, the Prodigy, and the Witch," had completely conflicting storylines and plots . 　　He completed the marriage quest, but couldn't complete the main quest, thus becoming trapped in that world until the system underwent a complete update. The world restart refreshed him along with the world. Although the system retrieved his soul, due to the rules, he was now a dead "transmigrator." Having lost his transmigrator identity, he was assigned by the system to , becoming an autonomous soul NPC, responsible for guiding and helping transmigrators when serious system bugs reappeared, preventing a tragedy like his—no, hers—from happening again. Oh, and by the way, this young man, who completed quests with ease and skill, actually didn't love anyone 　　in the first three worlds he experienced . He was simply completing his mission: to have a designated person, or one of those designated people marry him. 　　However, in the fourth world, when he learned that the story mission was forever impossible to complete due to a bug, that he would be trapped in this world and eventually be refreshed along with the entire world with a after desperate pleas and hysteria, she suddenly seemed to have a change of heart and gave up. 　　Silent and pained, she ignored everyone, fleeing the bridal chamber on the night she was to marry her target, silently avoiding everyone she knew, including the husband she was supposed to marry, escaping to a faraway place where they couldn't find her, weeping alone. 　　Always silently shedding tears, she didn't realize how attractive a lonely, silently weeping woman could be to men . An NPC who hadn't even appeared in either of the two books appeared beside her, gradually winning over her painful and lonely heart, which was slowly withering away, with gentleness and understanding, nourishing it with the sweet spring of love, transforming it into a vibrant young girl's heart. 　　She eventually married him, without anyone knowing. There was no wedding ceremony, only the two of them, with heaven and earth as witnesses and the sun and moon as matchmakers. Captivated by his warm heart, she gave her virginity in this transmigrated world to the man she had fallen in love with for the first time, right there in a meadow full of wildflowers. 　　Under the shade of the trees, her clothes served as a mat; her naked, smooth skin dazzled her man. Her delicate pink nipples were as prominent as agate on white jade, and a gentle stream of fluid flowed from her pubic hair, aroused . His engorged, menacing penis plunged into her budding vagina , leaving a trace of blood as it withdrew. 　　She bit her lip, groaning in pain, but the tears that flowed were not from unbearable pain, but from the happiness of truly becoming one with her lover. Then, she was groaned as her man, a virgin, thrust into her haphazardly . The pain was almost unbearable, yet she refused to cry out for him to stop . She simply bit her lower lip until it bled, enduring the agony of being brutally violated after her deflowering. It wasn't 　　until the lust-driven man saw the blood on her lips, frantically stopping and asking if he had hurt her, that he started berating himself for being a fool who had hurt her, and began to pull his penis out of her delicate, flower-like vagina. She opened her bleeding lips and whispered, "It's okay, I'm okay, you can go ahead, I'm not afraid of pain ." Then she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his back, her legs, trembling with pain , clamping tightly around him, refusing to let him withdraw. 　　Finally, amidst her moans of pain mixed with relief, the man ejaculated deep into her vagina , and a tearful smile appeared on her face. 　　This video, resembling an adult film, along with a series of textual materials from the system telling me who my ex was and what we had been through, was stored on my private storage device. After I was forced into a punishment mission world after failing the main quest of getting married in my first mission world, I asked the system , "What is love? Do you know? At least I don't." 　　The system then showed me these textual materials and this video, and then, to me, who was still clueless about my ex's details, it said, "This is love." Although the voice was still the system's well-behaved synthesized voice, I felt there was some emotion in those words.

But back then, even after reading all of this, I still didn't understand what love was (or perhaps I did understand what

love was).
I asked if she and he had separated after the world refreshed. The system told me that she didn't ask for any

compensation from the system for losing her transmigrator status due to the system bug, and she gladly accepted the tasks assigned to her by the system. Her

only request was to be with him, to be together forever.

(End of Chapter Two)

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