Chapter 103 People in the Book

The sun illuminated the sleeping house, and the flowers finally had colors, red and yellow, and the trees were lush green and shining.

In the room, Pei Xiangwan opened her hazy eyes, feeling uncomfortable all over her body. Not only did she have a headache, but her hands were also extremely sore. Of course, she knew the reason.

What I don't understand is why she is the one who takes Chinese medicine...

She moved slightly, and the person in her arms also moved, as if wanting to stay in her arms.

Pei Xiangwan smiled helplessly and kissed the cheek which had not yet turned red. Jiang Shiyuan hummed softly and snuggled closer to her arms.

After lying with him for a while, she carefully pulled away. After covering Jiang Shiyuan with the quilt, she picked up the scattered clothes on the ground and was very glad that her clothes were intact, otherwise she would have nothing to wear.

Her eyes and brows in the mirror were gentle, seemingly unchanged, except for a few more marks, marks left by fox bites.

Pei Xiangwan simply covered up the obvious red marks, then raised her hand to look at the two red circles on her wrist, which looked like she was wearing two red ropes.

She walked around in the strange house, thinking. More than feeling strange, she didn't understand why she became a Chinese medicine practitioner.

Although Jiang Shiyuan's crisis was resolved, many doubts remained.

Thinking of this, she walked out of the house unconsciously and entered an even more unfamiliar villa area. She stared at it for a while.

"Jiang Jiang has quite a lot of houses."

Relying on mobile phone navigation, Pei Xiangwan arrived at the restaurant and bought two servings of fried rice. Because she had gone too crazy last night, it was already lunchtime when she opened her eyes. People cannot live without food, and without food, they have no energy, that's what she thought.

Pei Xiangwan took the fried rice, thanked the boss and walked out. He looked at the two servings of fried rice in his hand and saw that the color was okay, so it should be pretty good.

Anyway, when she was an idol, she ate secretly behind her agent's back. She only liked to eat fried rice occasionally. Who could stand eating salad all day long?

I don’t know if the picky fox at home likes it.

Pei Xiangwan had a smile on her face, but when she put down the half-lifted bag, something strange happened, which made her pupils tremble slightly, her lips opened, and she looked around in surprise.

Because the white clouds were no longer floating, the fallen leaves were like being caught in a spider web in mid-air, and they were reluctant to fall. The people looked even more strange, some of them kept taking a step forward, some had their mouths wide open, and some were smiling face to face.

"Don't look, it's me."

Suddenly, a woman in a black coat appeared in front of Pei Xiangwan. Her black wide-brimmed hat was pulled down very low, revealing only her small chin.

"You..." Pei Xiangwan said blankly.

"Me~" She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and her red lips curled up slightly.

"Do you like gladiolus? Do you like it now?"

When mentioning Jianlan, Pei Xiangwan's mind flashed with that old face, and his tone was uncertain.

“The old lady selling flowers…”

"That's just a disguise. I don't actually look like that. Even though I'm three hundred years old, I won't age."

Pei Xiangwan froze in place, not saying a word. She felt it was magical and sci-fi, but wasn't she the same? Wasn't she also someone who had traveled through time?

She believed in wonder and fantasy, but she didn't believe in the dark and whistling person in front of her.

The woman knew she didn't believe it, so she said calmly, "Didn't you see all this? I have the ability to pause, and you belonged here. Because of some problems we had, you ended up in another book."

With every word she spoke, Pei Xiangwan's brows furrowed even more tightly, like a lock that could not be unlocked, and the sound continued.

"You are also a character in the book, a person created by the same author, a unique soul, and the last work of the deceased author, did you know that?" Her originally powerful voice became weak and soft at this moment.

"Stories are the most deadly. The author created you, and you are the author. She cannot be with her lover, so she uses books to fill her regrets and build a world where she does not need to be blamed by outsiders and will not get sick."

Pei Xiangwan wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all. She listened to the other party talking incessantly.

"And because of negligence, I almost destroyed this beautiful world. If it were destroyed... how heartbroken she would be. Why did she have to get married... to someone she didn't love... Why, why did she leave the one she loved... without taking her with her..."

She muttered, tears hanging on her chin, refusing to fall. She raised her hand to wipe them away, as if she had never been sad or cried before.

"I don't have much time to pause... You should pay more attention to Jiang Shiyuan, she is not in a good mood." Otherwise the small world will be lost again.

"Also, be careful of people who suddenly appear..."

Just like that, the person disappeared like smoke, leaving only the voice echoing and floating, leaving Pei Xiangwan stunned.

She murmured to herself, "People in the book... People in the book..."

…….

The rich aroma made Jiang Shiyuan mistakenly think that Pei Xiangwan was beside her. She talked to him as usual, attracting his affection and getting a massage.

As a result, there was no one beside him and the air was cold. Jiang Shiyuan's eyes widened immediately, and he stood up immediately, looking around and shouting hoarsely.

“Wanwan…” I called out several times but no one responded.

She shouted "Pei Xiangwan!" again with a tearful voice, and she might burst into tears if she shouted again.

Just when she was about to cry, the voice she had been waiting for came.

"I'm coming, here I am!" The door was opened and a small head popped out. The person was smiling, as innocent and cute as a child.

Jiang Shiyuan was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed when he was stopped by the other party.

"Hey, hey, hey, no! No! You'll catch a cold if you don't wear any clothes."

Jiang Shiyuan pounded the quilt with his hands and shouted confidently, "You didn't let me wear it."

Pei Xiangwan hurried forward, sat down beside the bed and spoke softly.

"What do you mean I won't give it to you? It's you who doesn't want it. Jiang Jiang, you really can't do this. It's too bare." As she spoke, she wrapped the red fox in the quilt and only let go of it after it was tightly wrapped.

He pinched Jiang Shiyuan's cheek again and said, "You can't call me by my full name from now on, okay?"

"You have to shout."

Jiang Shiyuan disagreed with her, but she didn't get angry but laughed, "Okay, okay, go ahead and cry. Jiang Jiang really is made of water. Haven't you cried enough last night and this morning?"

The back of her finger repeatedly wiped the corners of the other person's eyes, which were as red as red peonies, as if tears were overflowing.

The more Jiang Shiyuan listened to Pei Xiangwan, the more aggrieved she felt. She pouted and spoke tremblingly.

"I don't like it. I don't like not being able to see you when I wake up, especially in that situation. If I can't see you, I always feel like you ran away."