[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining":3,"chapter-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-115":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1854953,2462,"Chapter 115: Fall in love with you again","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>115 – Daphne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my eyes, because I feel something wet on my cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My lashes flutter against the sting of light filtering through the carriage windows. I blink—and the blur sharpens into shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s lying beside me. On the floor of the carriage. Her face is pale, her hair loose from its pins, golden strands clinging to her damp cheeks. Her hands are shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glance down and see the glistening red in her palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it mine?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metallic scent hangs heavy in the enclosed space. Sharp. Too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try to sit up, but my body protests—white-hot pain flaring along my side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t,\" Evelyn says, her voice low, tight. She presses her hand gently to my shoulder, coaxing me back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please. Just lie still.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her touch is warm, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because I’m afraid of the pain—though I am—but because of the way she says it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Frightened. Like I’m something fragile she might break if she presses too hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I study her face. Her eyes are red-rimmed, swollen with tears. I don’t remember ever seeing her cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something is very wrong—but I don’t ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t want to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I already feel it. The stillness in her posture. The slight wince she tries to hide. The pale sheen clinging to her skin like frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know I don’t have much time left. Not like this. Not if the pain keeps spreading, burning low and sharp under my ribs. I don’t even know what I’m fighting for anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her weight beside me... it’s warm. It anchors me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So with the last flicker of strength in my limbs, I shift us both—slowly, trembling—until she’s lying against my arm, her head cradled near the crook of my shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t resist. She just exhales, soft and shaky, as though she’s been holding her breath for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I press my hand lower, blindly searching—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm. Wet. Too much of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood’s just... flowing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sticky and thick, seeping into the fabric of her gown. Her sash is soaked through. I feel the panic crawl up my throat like bile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Evelyn,\" I whisper, voice cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips part, but for a moment, nothing comes out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then: \"It doesn’t matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It does.\" My fingers curl against her side. \"Gods, it does. Why—why didn’t you say anything?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes flutter closed. \"Because you were dying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That doesn’t mean you get to,\" I rasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally meets my gaze. And I see it—acceptance. And something else, too. Peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t,\" she whispers. \"You want to spend our last moments arguing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sigh and lean back on the carriage floor beside her, swallowing the pain lodged in my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this—some low-budget Romeo and Juliet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bleeding out in the back of a runaway carriage like two tragic idiots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d probably find that romantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn lets out a weak chuckle, like she read my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel her hand brush over mine—barely a touch, more a question than a comfort. I let our fingers tangle. Her grip is loose, but I hold tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You almost left me alone,\" she says suddenly, her voice low, ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn my head toward her, wincing at the movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think I wanted to?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t think I could have handled that,\" she whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you thought it was smart to join me?\" I rasp, blinking slowly as the carriage ceiling spins above us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What will Frida feel, huh? Your sister?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chuckles, and the sound is so soft, so pained, it shatters something in me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Frida is starting a family now,\" Evelyn says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And my sister will live. But without you... I don’t think I would have.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hits harder than the blood pooling in my lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When you put it that way, I can’t argue,\" I say weakly, and cough. I taste iron, and wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even breathing hurts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest feels cracked open, like my ribs are splintered glass and every inhale is a punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I shift closer, until our shoulders are pressed together on the floor of the carriage. Until I can feel her heartbeat—faint, fluttering, but real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a dying bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My vision blurs, lids fluttering open and closed. Each blink gets slower, heavier. I know—deep in my bones, in the marrow of me—that the next time I close them, I won’t open them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I turn my head one last time, ignoring the agony that slices through my ribs, just to look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To memorize her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To carve her into whatever remains of me—soul or memory, bone or breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face is pale, light fading from her eyes like dusk swallowing the last gold of day. And she’s still beautiful. Terribly, achingly beautiful. My disaster, my salvation. My Evelyn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love you,\" she whispers suddenly, barely audible, like wind through frostbitten leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink once, and feel tears spill, unbidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love you too,\" I manage, my voice shredded at the edges, barely more than a breath. I squeeze her hand—my last strength poured into that one motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let it speak what my lungs can no longer carry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t regret a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the pain. Not the bleeding. Not even the decision that brought me here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let my eyes close, and let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—I’m walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe floating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness swells around me, not cold, not cruel—just vast. Like I’m dissolving into it, cell by cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in it, a woman. Me. But not this me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stands in front of it wearing strange clothes—tight-fitting pants that cling to her like a second skin, a shirt that leaves little to the imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knowher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raise my hand. So does she.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when our palms touch the glass—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror shatters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so does something inside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It takes a second for everything to click into place. The stone ceiling. The golden light. The oppressive weight of the air—and the softness beside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there she is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—Daphne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in these absolutely ridiculous medieval clothes, she’s still Daphne. Still mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey,\" I whisper, the word trembling out of me like a prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinks open, dazed, looking at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart aches, heavy with things I wish I’d remembered sooner. All those lifetimes of love. Of pain. Of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lift my trembling hand, just enough to cup her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flinches, slightly, like she’s afraid to believe this is real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry for doing this to you again,\" I whisper, thumb tracing the line of her jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brows knit in confusion. She doesn’t understand. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remember now. I remember everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I can’t help but smile through the ache. The absurdity. The heartbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t believe I was ever jealous of myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn was me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuxi was also me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We would’ve saved so much heartache if we’d known that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope to fall in love with you again, CEO Han. I hope to have another lifetime with you, Daphne,\" I say softly, bending forward to press a kiss to her forehead, tender and trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know if she hears me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes are closed now, lashes still wet with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hand holding mine—squeezes back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I smile, even as the dark pulls me under again.\u003C\u002Fp>",1263,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","c2fd0c55f46fb1c32c694aa03fa1cdf442d92e79392a9dfefe221e8927bb2e57","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-116","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-114",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]