Wei Zeling's face was deathly pale, her features contorted in extreme pain. After vomiting up the food she had just eaten, she gagged violently a few more times.

This unexpected turn of events caught everyone off guard. There was a moment of silence, but then things exploded like cold water being poured into hot oil, creating a noisy uproar.

The first to rush forward was Wei Zeling's assistant. He pushed through the crowd like a whirlwind, staring intently at Wei Zeling. He tripped on the steps, stumbled a few steps, and landed on his knees with a thud, almost sliding down to his knees in front of her.

Nan Xian, who had just reached out to help Wei Zeling up, froze on the spot when she saw him kneeling there, and used her sleeve to wipe away the drool stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Nan Xian: ...Goodness, how much salary did Wei Zeling pay this assistant?

The assistant gently patted Wei Zeling's back, and she finally felt better and stopped gagging.

She was weak all over, her expression was dazed, and her lips opened and closed slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word. She weakly closed her eyes and leaned against her assistant.

Just then, the doctor finally arrived. He was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. As soon as he took Wei Zeling's pulse, his brows furrowed and his expression became serious.

The assistant's deep voice betrayed his deep unease as he hurriedly asked, "Is she alright?"

The doctor looked slightly puzzled. He didn't answer, but instead raised his hand and pried open Wei Zeling's mouth to examine her tongue carefully.

The assistant stared intently at his hand and asked urgently, "Doctor, what's wrong with her?!"

The doctor was startled and exclaimed, "Oh dear!" He said, "Young man, why are you in such a hurry and upset? Her symptoms are mild food poisoning caused by eating the wrong thing. It's not serious. She should fast for half a day and drink plenty of water. I'll also prescribe some antidiarrheal medicine. If she has diarrhea, give it to her immediately."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zeling abruptly opened her half-closed eyes. A blush instantly spread across her pale face. She bit her lower lip and glanced rather awkwardly in He Mingxiao's direction.

He Mingxiao took the down jacket from Assistant Jiang and draped it over Nan Xian's shoulders.

During filming, in order to look better on camera or to promote the brands they are collaborating with, the guests' primary consideration for their attire is naturally not comfort. However, the winter nights are cold, especially in the mountains, and it is easy to catch a cold if one is not careful.

Nan Xian felt the warmth coming from behind her. She turned around and glanced back, not refusing He Mingxiao's kindness.

Looking at Wei Zeling's weak and painful appearance, she frowned slightly, and for some reason, a feeling of unease suddenly rose in her heart.

**

Because of this little incident, the dinner party had to be stopped. With one person missing, the others couldn't continue chatting and laughing, so after finishing their meal, they all returned to their rooms one after another.

The moon over Buxian Village is beautiful. A silver disc hangs high in the night sky, cloudless. The moonlight, like gauze or mist, shines through the curtains and into the room, gently illuminating Nanxian's profile.

She stared at the waterproof awning, slightly lost in thought.

According to the sequence of events in her memory, the old woman with the mental disability should have come to find her at noon today. However, she deliberately stayed at the place where she had last seen the old woman for a long time, until her face was frozen, but she still couldn't wait for her.

Edward Lorenz says that a butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon rainforest of South America could cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later.

She already knew everything that would happen in the future, so any small action she took to change things would trigger a series of changes and alter the course of history.

For example, the peony cinnabar she never received, the matchmaking event she didn't host, and the silly woman she no longer "recognizes"...

Nan Xian sat up, feeling a tightness in her chest and her brow furrowed.

Did I really make the right choice this time?