In her room, Jiang Nanshu wasn’t as upset as they’d imagined.
She sat in her bed in a good mood, swinging her legs over the edge. She listened to the commotion outside and yawned.
Without even lifting a finger, Chu Muxi was slinked away by her brothers, and the room remained hers.
That time-traveling woman thought that her return would change her fate.
So what if she could tell them about her three years with the Jiang family?
Even if she proved that she was the Jiang Nanshu who had lived with them day and night, what would it matter?
The only thing she overlooked was that this family could hear her inner voice.
She could talk nonsense, distorting right and wrong, but no one would doubt her. They would only trust her more and feel more sorry for what she had gone through.
Jiang Nanshu’s eyes curved in a smile.
How amusing.
Look, she didn’t even have to do anything to get her down.
[Host, why is she back again?]
Dashachun witnessed the whole process and only appeared after it had completely quieted down outside.
It was afraid that the advanced system carried by the time traveler would discover its presence, thus targeting Jiang Nanshu.
“How would I know?”
As if tired of sitting, Jiang Nanshu lay down directly on the soft bed, looking at the soft light above her head.
She sighed softly, “So hard to kill.”
Dashachun: […That’s outrageous! This is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen.]
“No, there’s something even more outrageous: the dead coming back to life. Have you ever seen that?”
Dashachun: [???]
[Woo, don’t scare me. I’m timid. I’m scared.]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
“You’re just a virtual thing, so why are you afraid of this?”
[I’m still a baby, but, Host… What do you mean by ‘the dead coming back to life’?] Dashachun asked, puzzled.
“I’ve been thinking about Zhou Yanxu for a while now. He exists in my world, and he exists in this one, too. If the other world is a parallel universe for everyone, with different identities and life experiences but similar appearances, could it be confirmed that my parents, who burned to death in my original world, and my brother, who went insane after being locked up in a mental hospital, will meet me in another form?”
Jiang Nanshu’s almond-shaped eyes were deep and dark, like a bottomless pool of cold water, from which no light could be seen.
Dashachun was shocked by her idea: [Your idea is truly too bold! It’s unlikely…]
“But how do you explain Zhou Yanxu’s appearance? If his fate was to be framed and killed in a dispute with his brother over the family inheritance, that makes sense in this world, too. Moreover, I suspect he didn’t die.”
Dashachun: [This is terrible…]
Who would abandon a comfortable and wealthy life and simply disappear on purpose?
Jiang Nanshu half-closed her eyes.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to live this kind of life. I’m going to Hong Kong.”
Dashachun had no idea where she got the idea that Zhou Yanxu was still alive. It was even more absurd than a transmigrated woman being resurrected. After all, Zhou Yanxu didn’t have a system or any other cheat code. How could he possibly have survived a fire?
“I’ll go and see for myself.”
[You finally managed to hook the male lead, so give him some time to process your change of heart. Oh dear, I really feel sorry for him.]
Originally, the male lead belonged to the female lead in the book. According to the original plot, there was only suffering between the male and female leads, and there was no scumbag like Jiang Nanshu.
Even if the male and female leads broke up and got back together, they’d still be together in the end.
Jiang Nanshu thought of Lu Qingyan.
She raised her hand and turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness.
Is he important? Not important.
*****
Translator’s Comment:
Oh my, Lu Qingyang is so miserable~
I think I also prefer the gentle Zhou Yanxu.
Although black-bellied Lu Qingyan is also tempting.
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