Bo Jingmo had experienced this world twice, yet he had never heard the name Limu before.

It wasn't until Yu Li's arrival that the name Limu suddenly began appearing frequently, as if everyone around him knew her.

Then during that particular dungeon run, he abruptly realized—his girlfriend was that very Limu.

Also the top-ranked player on the leaderboard.

When Bo Jingmo learned this truth, his emotions were complicated.

Having a powerful girlfriend should have been cause for celebration, but the problem was... Yu Li was someone he had brought over from that other world.

Bo Jingmo had spent an entire lifetime escaping this hellish world, and he knew full well how difficult it was to break free from the system's control.

Yet he had pulled Yu Li back into it, and after they got together, she could only use Limu's appearance in the real world to avoid exposing her identity.

Bo Jingmo never wanted to cause Yu Li trouble, yet things always went contrary to his wishes.

Now even Yu Jiao was telling him that deva was connected to her too.

This was a truth he had never known in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Bo Jingmo grew increasingly agitated, his expression turning colder. He blamed himself for handling things too hastily in his past life, leaving many details unresolved.

Noticing the man's dark expression, Yu Jiao paused, thinking he didn't believe her: "I swear, everything I've said is absolutely true."

"No need."

Bo Jingmo coldly cut her off, his tone stiff. "I don't want to know."

How could he possibly use information about his beloved to verify some uncertain claim?

Yu Jiao was taken aback, instinctively reaching out to stop him: "Hey! Wait—"

But when her peripheral vision caught a familiar silhouette behind the man, her eyes widened, her movements freezing midair before she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Bo Jingmo also froze at this reaction. After a long silence, he slowly removed his mask, lips pressed thin as he softly called out: "Lili..."

"Yeah."

Yu Li responded casually, pushing off from the wall where she'd been leaning. Her expression was unreadable, and no one knew how long she'd been listening there.

She lifted her gaze toward Yu Jiao, slowly curving her lips.

"You said deva is connected to Limu?"

Yu Jiao blinked, then gave a small nod: "Yes."

"But isn't that common knowledge? Deva imitating Limu's style—is that really a secret?"

Yu Li tilted her head, eyes crinkling. "Unless... you mean to say you're investigating Bo Jingmo because of deva too?"

Yu Jiao was instantly speechless.

She never expected the woman to deduce the entire truth just from that one point.

"I..."

The crushing silence stretched on. Yu Jiao's face paled slightly, her fingers clutching tightly at her clothes as if an invisible mountain weighed on her back, making even breathing difficult.

Yu Li quietly observed Yu Jiao's expression for a long moment before finally reaching out to brush a fallen leaf from the other woman's shoulder, speaking calmly:

"As far as I know, Bo Jingmo wasn't even participating in dungeons when Limu died. Yet you claim you're investigating him because of Limu? What exactly is he to Limu that warrants this attention?"

"Though judging by your reaction earlier, you don't actually know where Limu went either."

"So tell me, where did you hear this information from?"

The woman's gentle yet piercing questions came one after another, leaving Yu Jiao no room to refute or interject.

After stammering for a long while, Yu Jiao finally managed: "Then... what exactly is your relationship with Limu?"

Yu Li arched an eyebrow: "So that's why you were acting strange at dinner earlier?"

"......"

Yu Jiao turned her face away in embarrassment. Despite being older than the girl before her, she inexplicably kept losing composure in her presence.

Seeing this, Yu Li chuckled and didn't press further.

She glanced at the silent Bo Jingmo beside her, secretly taking his hand and scraping her nail lightly against his palm.

The man froze momentarily before lowering his gaze to tighten his grip on her hand, his pressed lips gradually relaxing.

Yu Jiao coughed, about to say something when she noticed their subtle interaction and quietly averted her gaze.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice came from behind:

"What are you all doing here?"

Jiang Xi's eyes swept across the three of them before looking toward the house, her tone odd.

"Just now... new guests arrived."

Feeling the sudden tightening grip on her hand, Yu Li paused slightly and turned to look at the man.

Still holding Bo Jingmo's hand calmly, she smiled and said: "Nothing important. Let's head back."

Following behind them, Yu Jiao stared at the woman's back, suddenly feeling something was off. A thought flashed through her mind, and her steps abruptly halted.

Wait a minute...

Had Yu Li ever actually answered her question?

Realizing this, Yu Jiao's expression became extremely colorful.

The other woman had been steering the conversation the entire time while Yu Jiao's own secrets had been completely laid bare.

Though...

Yu Jiao sighed.

At least it wasn't a complete loss.

......

Jiang Xi mentioned three new arrivals—two men and one woman—likely replacing Gao Chaoyang's spot.

Hearing this, Yu Li felt a flash of understanding.

As they neared the entrance, she suddenly said: "I need to use the restroom. You all go ahead first."

Jiang Xi and Yu Jiao: "...?"

Why are you bringing Bo Jingmo to the bathroom?

"Click—" The storage room door closed softly with a lock turning.

Yu Li pressed the man against the door, wrapping her arms around his neck as she whispered: "Unhappy?"

Bo Jingmo embraced her waist, nuzzling her cheek as he murmured a low "Mmm."

Just as expected.

Yu Li thought to herself, gently stroking the short hairs at his nape: "Is it because of the new guests? Or..."

She tilted her head slightly, placing a kiss on his cheek as she lowered her voice.

"Because of what Yu Jiao said?"

Bo Jingmo lowered his eyes: "Both."

His voice was rough: "Lili, this is all my fault. I didn't know deva was involved in these matters."

Yu Li blinked before smiling softly: "Bo Jingmo, if what she said is true, then everything you've suffered is because of Limu—which means... because of me."

She tilted her head: "By that logic, should you blame me too?"

The man immediately shook his head: "How could I ever blame you?"

Cupping Yu Li's face with solemn intensity, his hoarse voice was firm: "This isn't your fault, darling. You didn't know anything."

Yu Li had known nothing, yet he'd dragged her back into this world.

He was the true sinner here.

Yu Li didn't respond, simply gazing quietly into Bo Jingmo's eyes. Meeting those deep, guilt-ridden eyes, her expression softened before she smiled helplessly.

Without words, she rose on her toes to press a slow kiss against his lips, murmuring between breaths:

"Bo Jingmo, neither of us is at fault."

The fault lies with this world and the system.

It seemed this theater system had deceived not just them, but many others.

Her fingers trailed lightly down Bo Jingmo's arm, following the defined muscle lines, gently brushing over his prominent wrist bones, the elegant back of his hand, and finally his long fingers.

Then she slowly took the mask from his grasp.

Their mingled breaths filled the cramped space, the air growing thick with humid desire.

Bo Jingmo's breathing grew ragged, his usually cool demeanor now exuding an indescribable restrained sensuality where gloom had been.

His gaze remained locked on the woman before him, throat bobbing as his rough voice seemed to suppress some overwhelming emotion.

"Lili..."

"I'm here."

Yu Li smiled softly, placing the mask back on Bo Jingmo's face before pressing another tender kiss to his forehead.

She whispered: "Bo Jingmo, had I known this world held you, I would have taken you away with me long ago."