She did throw the things away, but...

"You used to be the one who tidied the bedding and the room." This was the consequence of occupying someone else's memory, and Jia Xitong looked at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Is folding the blankets enough?

No.

A typical day for Shang Yanting is:

I got up in the morning to tidy the room, prepare clothes for Jia Xitong, comb her hair nicely, make her a nutritious breakfast, and so on...

*Smack*

Shang Yanting threw the wooden comb in his hand onto the combing table, suppressing his anger, "Can't you do it yourself?"

"You're so fierce."

Jia Xitong pouted, "Don't you love me anymore? You've been especially mean to me since last night..."

"Why are you being so fierce? Does he want to raise you into a useless person?"

Who is it?

Jia Xitong looked at him.

Isn't he the one who takes care of him in every little detail?

"fine."

When Shang Yanting mentioned that person, his previously volatile expression turned icy again. He sneered. Why did he insist on imitating that person? He should have let the "system" adapt to him, not the other way around.

"From now on, I don't love you anymore."

He threw the comb away and said coldly.

As he expected, Jia Xitong froze instantly. "You...you're lying, right?"

"No, I just don't love you anymore."

In the original story, Shang Yanting looked into her eyes and said, word by word, "If you don't do as I say now, I will kick you out forever and never let you see me again."

The moment he finished speaking, he saw tears welling up in Jia Xitong's dark eyes, which then suddenly streamed down her face.

You must be very sad.

A strange sense of pleasure welled up inside me.

In the original story, Shang Yanting suddenly came up with an idea that could both torment that person and torment her—

Crush her love and trample it underfoot;

Train her to kill that person herself.

And then... he could also make her regain her memories when she killed that person, so that after feeling abandoned by the person she loved most, she could also feel the feeling of killing the most important person in her life with her own hands.

Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, was excited.

It turns out that tormenting the mind is more interesting than tormenting the body.

"Wow, the boss doesn't love me anymore!"

Upon hearing this heart-wrenching weeping, Shang Yanting couldn't help but smirk slightly. Just as he was about to put his plan into action, he suddenly saw Jia Xitong, still crying, using scraps of cloth she had found somewhere to pack a package.

"What are you doing?"

Shang Yanting looked at her.

"Make room for me, I'll walk myself."

Jia Xitong cried as she walked around the room, picking out a few of the most valuable items from the palace's furnishings. "Rather than suffer your disgust here, I'd better get out of here myself. Don't come looking for me. I can comb my hair, make my bed, and take care of myself."

For a fleeting moment, Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, even doubted whether Jia Xitong's memories had been altered by him.

But she cried so hard that snot bubbles came out of her nose.

"...You can't leave."

Shang Yanting looked at her, wondering how he could let her go so easily.

"But you don't like me anymore."

Jia Xitong sniffed and looked at him with red eyes.

Do you really love... me?

Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, suddenly asked this question.

Because of Jia Xitong's actions just now, he suddenly felt that her feelings for the other version of herself were not as deep as he had imagined.

Does she love him?

"Of course I love it."

It's just that everyone has different ideas.

"I can't possibly try to keep you like those characters in scumbag stories, can I? Forcing things won't bring happiness; it will only become a shackle between us as we head towards our respective futures. Director, if you really don't love me anymore, I will give you your freedom."

To love someone is to let them be.

Jia Xitong felt like she was already a Casanova; the director was on the first floor, and she was on the eighth.

"So I'll go far away. It will definitely be sad at first, but don't worry, time heals all wounds."

She touched her heart, forcing herself to suppress her grief and comforting herself, "Maybe I'll meet someone better."

Original author Shang Yanting: ...

He had never had any deep experience with romantic love between men and women before, so Jia Xitong's behavior had completely baffled him.

This revenge plan, which had not yet taken shape, died in its infancy.

He rubbed his temples and thought about it carefully.

There's no need to rush into revenge. The system is in his hands, and that person is already frantic. Now he can slowly get to know her, break her spirit, and take his revenge later.

"I don't dislike you, I was just teasing you."

I don't believe it.

Jia Xitong looked at him, her face contorted in pain. "Many of the truths are said in jest. I loved you so much, but you changed your mind. I'm so heartbroken!"

She couldn't help but pound her chest, then slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed outside.

Original author Shang Yanting: ...

They were even more suspicious that she was faking having her memories altered.

He reached out and grabbed her crown, a powerful surge of spiritual energy relentlessly pushing its way into her consciousness to examine her thoughts and altered memories.

Who is your favorite person?

"director!"

Having received an affirmative answer, Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, was finally relieved. But his gaze then shifted to the backpack on her shoulder, and it took him a long time to utter a single word—"weird."

This person cannot be killed yet.

So we have to keep her here for the time being.

In the original story, Shang Yanting took the backpack off Jia Xitong's back and threw out all of her blankets and bedding.

Jia Xitong stood at the entrance of the main hall, completely stunned. This was the same cold, uncharacteristically cold man who had kicked her out of his room, yet he kept professing his love for her?

Jia Xitong's heart is almost broken.

But this did not stop her from fighting with him for the bed and blankets the next night.

"Where did you come in from?"

In the original story, Shang Yanting glanced at the tightly closed door, his brows furrowing again.

"The side rooms and the main hall are connected."

Jia Xitong didn't notice at first that the passageway was blocked by a painting. Yesterday's bedding had been thrown out, so she chose one she liked from the remaining three quilts.

Shang Yanting's influence on her subconscious was truly immense.

In the original story, Shang Yanting altered her memories, causing her to have misconceptions—

Even if she did something outrageous, the "director" wouldn't do anything to her.

Arrogance stemming from favor is nothing more than this.

She even patted the empty bed and pillow next to her, saying, "Director, come and sleep. You're not going to meditate today, are you? Although you look beautiful when you meditate, rest is also very important."

She sat on the bed in a thin undergarment, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

In the original text, Shang Yanting's expression faltered—

He had to admit that for a moment, he was bewitched.