The moment the river water poured into her body, countless past lives flashed through Grandma Chen's mind.

She often wondered why the world was so unfair to her.

What she longed for her whole life but could not obtain, others were born with; what she could only dream of was what others had given up.

She had already tried so hard.

I'm trying so hard to get rid of everything.

The way of Heaven is to take from those who have more than enough and give to those who have less than enough; the way of man is to take from those who have less than enough and give to those who have more than enough.

However, when this one and only stroke of luck truly happened to her, she was still very grateful for God's blessing.

She succeeded.

They were all safe and sound.

Looking at the vibrant life blooming on the branches outside the window, Grandma Chen couldn't help but murmur softly, "Spring is almost over, isn't it?"

It turns out she has been in this world for a full nine years.

"Time really flies..."

...

In the afternoon, Shen Fu arrived.

He also brought a DNA test report with him.

Upon seeing the names of the two appraisers, Grandma Chen almost burst into tears of joy.

057 said that no one in the world would recognize him.

But look, Shen Fu recognized her at a glance.

He was really smart; nothing could escape Shen Fu's eyes.

But when Shen Fu asked, "How is this possible?", Grandma Chen also wanted to ask herself, "Yes, how is this possible?"

All of these experiences felt like a beautiful, hopeful nightmare.

This allows her to struggle and find a way out amidst constant redemption and destruction.

Over time, even she herself began to feel confused.

Why am I so fixated on this?

It wasn't until Shen Fu said those words that all her doubts were resolved—

"If that's the case, why can't we redefine the rules of this world according to our standards?"

At that moment, Grandma Chen suddenly realized.

It turns out that all her efforts were to create a future that belonged to them.

A future that is not controlled by the author's pen, nor affected by the Transmigration Management Bureau, but belongs only to them...

...

Grandma Chen had thought about this carefully a long time ago.

If she succeeds in this mission, then according to the plot of the novel, she will be able to return to the timeline that originally belonged to her.

However, if she fails, her risky actions will inevitably be noticed by the Bureau.

At that time, she will face the risk of being completely wiped out.

But she never expected that the day of parting would come so soon...

...

Grandma Chen is dying.

She could feel her life slipping away little by little.

Ning Yanshu seemed to sense this as well. He held Grandma Chen's body and pleaded almost earnestly, "Grandma, you must live to be a hundred years old!"

Grandma Chen raised her slightly rough hand and gently stroked Ning Yanshu's cheek.

His face was full of a kind smile: "Yes, it will, it definitely will."

"Grandma will always watch over you, little book, and watch you grow up safely, healthily, and happily."

So, little book, my dear child.

You must grow up safely, healthily, and happily.

Grandma Chen hugged Ning Yanshu tightly, as if she wanted to give him all her love and warmth...

...

The crowds dispersed, leaving only a quiet room inside.

At the very end of her life, Grandma Chen was very grateful to have Shen Fu by her side.

Shen Fu sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his figure straight and upright, like an indestructible mountain peak.

He was still very young, with a handsome face and delicate features.

Those long, narrow phoenix eyes were deep and bright. But if you looked closely, you could see tears glistening in their reddened rims.

His hair was jet black and shiny, with long strands neatly tied back with a hair tie.

The hair tie also had a cute little bread pattern attached to it; it was a gift that Ning Wan had carefully chosen for him.

It looks great on him and suits him very well.

"Aman." Grandma Chen struggled to open her eyes, a hint of longing in them: "Can I grab your little braid one last time?"

Shen Fu leaned closer without hesitation and lowered his head slightly.

His eyes were full of tenderness and obedience.

Grandma Chen raised her hand shakily, her fingernails gently touching that strand of hair.

The movements were slow and careful.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and everything around became quiet.

In the quiet room, only a soft breath remained...

...

…………

...

Ning Wan slept very soundly that night.

She felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss once again.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, countless images flooded her mind like a tide, leaving her bewildered and at a loss.

Those scenes were so real, yet as elusive as bubbles.

She struggled desperately, trying to break free from these illusions. But an invisible force bound her tightly, preventing her from moving.

Ning Wan wanted to scream, wanted to resist.

She wanted to do everything in her power to break through these shackles and constraints.

Suddenly opening her eyes, Ning Wan found herself in a dimly lit environment.

Fear gripped my heart once again.

Ning Wan's lips trembled, her expression one of despair.

Did she fail again?

Has she returned to that terrifying, dark space once again? ...

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