Like Yu Mingxue, he couldn't see the dream Wen Zhixia wrote down, nor the two pages that followed.

Shen Jiazhou quickly put down the notebook and looked at Wen Shuqiao again: "Were you just feeling sorry for her?"

"Hmm." Wen Shuqiao's voice was a little muffled: "It's not just about feeling sorry for her."

For her, the fate of each person cannot be summed up in a single word of regret.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. What about you? Have you finished your work for today?" Wen Shuqiao changed the subject; she didn't know how to discuss this with Shen Jiazhou.

Shen Jiazhou pretended not to notice her abrupt change of topic and went along with her words, saying, "It'll be soon. The handover is underway, but there's a lot to do. It can't be finished in a day or two. I estimate it will be finished in a week at the earliest, and at the latest, by the beginning of next month."

It's over. He and Cancan will have absolutely no connection with the Shen family anymore.

Wen Shuqiao glanced at the time on her phone: "It's late, why don't you go get your hair dried? We can talk about it tomorrow."

Shen Jiazhou nodded and said, "Okay."

Wen Shuqiao put the things back in the drawer: "I'm going upstairs now, goodnight."

"Good night." Shen Jiazhou watched Wen Shuqiao get up and see her upstairs before slowly turning his gaze away.

He also stood up from the sofa, reached out and picked up the towel from the armrest, his wrist reappearing from his sleeve.

Shen Jiazhou stared at it for a few seconds, then picked up the towel, tugged at his sleeve, and covered his wrist again.

*

Wen Shuqiao went upstairs, washed up, and lay down on the bed, but her mood still hadn't improved.

Only one nightlight was on in the room, its dim light dispelling some of the darkness.

She turned over, her gaze falling on the light, but her thoughts were still on the notebook downstairs.

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

She suddenly thought of the letter she had written to Yu Mingxue.

The letter mentions Su Sisi, but according to the timeline, the story of the real and fake heiress should have happened after her death, at which point Su Sisi should have been called Wen Sisi.

No one can hear my voice.

But she saw it...

Wen Shuqiao lay down a bit flat and suddenly realized that Yu Mingxue and Shen Jiazhou couldn't see them. Was it because they were involved in the situation?

But she was an outsider, and she knew clearly that she did not belong here, and the constraints this world imposed on her had no effect.

Therefore, she saw Wen Zhixia's cry and the pain hidden beneath ordinary words.

The ending after the ending.

The male lead, Shen Shiyue, is on the verge of a breakdown. So where did the female lead go?

Wen Shuqiao turned over again and looked out the window.

The wind picked up outside and blew in through the slightly ajar window, making the curtains flutter.

If she can see Wen Zhixia's premonitions, can she also intervene?

But according to the settings in the novels she read in her previous life, excessive interference would result in different punishments for transmigrators. However, she had neither a cheat code nor a system, so where would the punishment be?

Moreover, she had already interfered with the plot, and even interfered with a major one.

In the novel, Can Can is abused by "Wen Shu Qiao". After recognizing Shen Jia Zhou, Shen Jia Zhou also takes measures to punish "Wen Shu Qiao".

But now Can Can has been raised to be chubby and fair-skinned, becoming a little sweetheart, and Shen Jia Zhou and I can be considered friends now.

According to the logic of punishment, the world should have punished her long ago, but she can eat and sleep well now, and is in good health, without any "aftereffects".

That means the ending can be changed. Wen Shuqiao's ending has already been changed, and Can Can's ending will also be changed. Therefore, Shen Jiazhou's ending can definitely be changed as well.

She placed her right hand on her left, her fingertips pressing against her pulse.

Bang, bang, bang.

Suddenly, a loud rumble of thunder sounded outside the window, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminated the furnishings inside the room.

Wen Shuqiao's heart started pounding faster. She sat up, threw back the covers, and walked to the window. Another clap of thunder sounded.

The deafening roar sounded as if it were about to cleave something apart.

Wen Shuqiao looked up at the sky, and after a few seconds, she reached out and closed the window, even drawing the curtains tightly shut, making everything outside irrelevant to the room.