Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Doria paused, then said, "I've been the chieftain for hundreds of years, dealing with official duties, managing the five islands, and fulfilling Medusa's demands for tribute every day. I rarely have time like this to sit down quietly, listen to a song, and learn a song."

"These past few days... have been the happiest days of my life in a long time."

Qin Chuan looked at her and thought to himself that she had completely fallen for his trap.

Doria went from being a singer to a listener, and then to a fan of Qin Chuan.

Doria turned her head, her pale blue eyes staring straight at him.

Are you coming again tomorrow?

"Come."

"it is good."

Doria smiled. That smile held no chieftain's authority, no diplomatic formalities, only a woman's heartfelt joy.

Qin Chuan stood up and took his leave.

It was already dark when we left the castle. The moonlight on the sea stretched out like a silver road, all the way to the horizon.

On the fourth day, she started taking his hand.

Tomorrow, it's time to unleash the big move.

The afternoon of the fifth day.

Qin Chuan stood at the entrance of the karaoke bar and took a deep breath.

Today is a crucial day. The groundwork laid in the previous four days has been sufficient. "The Sea" planted the seeds of sorrow, "The Myth of Stars and Moon" nourished the seeds of romance, "Coral Sea" established a tacit understanding through interaction, and "Rooftop" brought us closer together.

Today's song, "Peach Blossom Promise," is the final blow.

Qin Chuan pushed open the door.

Doria is already inside.

Her outfit today was different from the previous days. She changed into a light pink tulle dress, the fabric of which was thinner than before, almost semi-transparent, revealing glimpses of her fair skin underneath.

Her long, silvery-white hair was not tied up, but was all loose on her shoulders and back, and the strands of hair shimmered like pearls under the light and shadow of the fish in the glass wall.

The pale blue scales on my ankles were particularly noticeable today, shimmering under the light.

She saw Qin Chuan come in and immediately stood up.

"You've arrived."

His tone was clearly expectant.

Qin Chuan walked over and sat down. Doria followed suit, this time not keeping her distance, but sitting directly next to Qin Chuan, her shoulder almost touching his arm.

"What are we singing today?" she asked.

"This song is my favorite today," Qin Chuan said, "and it's also the most special one for me."

"What's so special about it?"

"Because this song...is based on my experience."

Doria quieted down and looked at him intently.

Qin Chuan picked up the conch shell microphone and closed his eyes.

He gathered his emotions in his mind for a few seconds before speaking.

"At first sight, tender feelings arose; vows were made, like the wind blowing and the clouds drifting. As the years pass, I ask, what year is this...?"

The moment the first sentence was uttered, Doria's body stiffened.

The melody of this song is unlike any of the previous songs. It is classical and timeless, like a sound from a very, very long time ago.

The accompaniment to the conch shell also changed; the bass conch shell emitted a sound similar to a guqin, long and deep.

"The entanglements and bonds of this life have touched my heartstrings; I wonder if we will meet again in the next..."

Qin Chuan's voice became exceptionally affectionate here. Every word seemed to come from the depths of his heart, carrying warmth and weight.

Doria's fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.

The lyrics of this song are too straightforward. Unlike the subtlety of "The Sea" or the metaphors of "Coral Sea," every line of "Peach Blossom Promise" is a naked promise.

I'd become anything for you. I'd protect you for life. I'd never leave you.

"An inch of soil yields a year's worth of wood; a single flower or tree represents greed..."

Doria's tears fell.

She didn't wipe away the tears, letting them slide down her cheeks and drip onto her pale pink dress, leaving a small dark dot.

Memories remain, stained with traces of love for you...

Qin Chuan's voice reached its highest point in the last sentence, then slowly fell, like a petal drifting down from a branch, gently and slowly landing on the water's surface.

The accompaniment of the conch shell gradually faded away.

The karaoke room fell silent.

The only sound was the faint murmur of water as the fish swam inside the glass wall.

Qin Chuan put down the conch shell and turned to look at Doria.

Her face was streaked with tears, her long, silvery-white hair clung to her damp cheeks, and her pale blue eyes were made exceptionally clear by the tears.

"Doria..." Qin Chuan called her name softly.

The words "patriarch" were not added.

Doria looked up at him, her lips moved, and her voice was very soft: "This song...is it also about your experience?"

Qin Chuan nodded, recalling the time when his childhood sweetheart ran off with someone else, and he could find this feeling again.

"If we meet again, I will dedicate my life to protecting this relationship."

Doria's tears welled up again.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand, but the tears wouldn't stop.

"Qin Chuan..." Her voice trembled, "Do you know that I have been the clan leader for hundreds of years and have never heard of anyone being so persistent?"

"Everyone needs me. My people need me to protect them, the five great islands need me to manage them, and Medusa needs me to deal with them. Everyone is asking me for things, but no one has ever asked me what I need."

She lowered her head, tears falling one by one onto the skirt above her knees.

"I also want to be protected. I also want someone to stand in front of me and protect me."

Qin Chuan didn't speak. He reached out and gently took Doria's hand.

Her fingers were cold and trembled slightly in his palm.

"Doria," Qin Chuan's voice was soft but firm, "I'm willing to be that person."

Doria suddenly looked up.

His pale blue eyes were filled with tears, but through those tears, Qin Chuan could see the burning light within them.

Are you serious?

"real."

Doria stared at him for three seconds.

Then she released Qin Chuan's hand, pounced on him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded over Qin Chuan's chest and arms, as soft as silk. Her body pressed against his, the soft touch of her chest penetrating through the thin veil. Her shoulders trembled slightly; she was crying.

Qin Chuan reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her waist was slender, and his hand could just barely encircle it.

"I do." Doria's voice was muffled on his shoulder, trembling with tears. "Qin Chuan, I want to be with you. I want to protect you and never be apart."

Qin Chuan gently patted her back.

Doria lifted her head from his shoulder, her face streaked with tears, her eyes red, and the tip of her nose red too. But she smiled, a very happy smile.

Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against Qin Chuan's.

Her lips were cool and soft, with a faint taste of seawater.

The kiss was light and short, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Doria stepped back slightly, her face already flushed.

"I...I've never kissed anyone before." Her voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz. "Isn't that stupid?"

Qin Chuan smiled and reached out to brush the hair that was sticking to her cheek.

"Not stupid. Very good."

Doria buried her face in his shoulder again and refused to lift it.

The two of them sat in the karaoke bar for a long time, embracing each other. Schools of fish swam around them in the glass walls, the soft light from the seashell dome shone down, and the intertwined shadows of the two were reflected on the aquamarine floor.