Yan Qian then gave an address and room number, and said she was available anytime.

But Ruan Chen seemed to be losing consciousness.

Yan Qian.

It turned out to be Yan Qian.

That face resurfaced in my memory.

That woman, who appears very aggressive on the outside, is actually incredibly sensitive inside.

She would complain about being ostracized by her roommates, grab Ruan Chen who seemed easy to bully and tell her to avoid those people, support Ruan Chen when Ruan Chen's mental state was unstable due to claustrophobia, and follow Ruan Chen while questioning her decisions...

She remembered Yan Qian saying to her with a smug look on her face, "I'm from our place...", but she didn't finish the sentence.

Ruan Chen propped her forehead up and slumped onto the sofa.

Those memories seemed to be trying to burst her brain, rushing into her mental world.

But that was a tragic world for Ruan Chen; this was her memory, her experience.

Ruan Chen thought to herself, she had only spent some time with Yan Qian as an observer, but now, how could her feelings for Yan Qian be so intense?

Is one's own world, and another world... truly two completely unrelated worlds that do not interfere with each other?

When Ruan Zhengde saw the phone slip from Ruan Chen's hand, she slumped onto the sofa as if she had lost her soul. Her eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes empty, sometimes confused, and sometimes painful... as if another soul was about to be forcibly split off.

He wondered if he should call an ambulance.

It wouldn't be bad if Ruan Chen died here. Although it would be a bit troublesome to explain, it really has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Ruan Zhengde got up, ignoring Ruan Chen who was slowly sliding off the sofa due to the immense pain in his mind, and went upstairs to rest.

I hope that when I wake up, I will see a cold corpse.

"Sir, the second young lady...should we wake Madam up?"

"It's nothing, it's just an old ailment of hers, she'll get better on her own soon, don't worry about it." Ruan Zhengde said insincerely, "Don't wake Huanhuan up over something so trivial, she has a press conference to attend during the day."

Neither of them noticed that Ruan Chen, who was curled up under the sofa, was gradually regaining control of her body.

The pain came and went quickly. Ruan Chen was drenched in cold sweat, and his hair was stuck to his brow bone with sweat. When he looked up at Ruan Zhengde, a strong killing intent burst forth!

That was the shared killing intent of Ruan Chen from both worlds.

Her divine cherry blossoms were like arrows released from a bow. By the time Ruan Zhengde reacted, he had already taken a heavy punch to the jaw and fell backward onto the stairs!

Before his occipital bone could touch the stairs, she pulled him up with her bare hand—Ruan Chen still knew her limits—and then shoved him hard, causing Ruan Zhengde's back to hit the wall with a dull thud.

Ruan Chen finally felt refreshed.

Before leaving, she smiled politely at Ruan Zhengde, whose mouth was still bleeding, and said, "You're the son of a bitch. If you ever hear me insulting my mother again, I'll beat you to death, you believe me?"

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“I heard Ruan Zhengde call you Holy Maiden. Is this the kind of budget hotel you Holy Maidens stay in? I went to the wrong hotel at first, and I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Ruan Chen sat on the slightly yellowed bed sheet, her nose filled with the smell of the room being stale for years, and looked disgusted.

"Ah...that's just what they call her." Yan Qian looked at Ruan Chen curiously. "Little sister, you're so young, not even an adult yet?"

"You've only just come of age yourself, haven't you?" Ruan Chen immediately set a trap.

Yan Qian's face showed admiration. "How did you know? I just had my coming-of-age ceremony last year."

Ruan Chen was just bluffing her.

"I just look young." Ruan Chen looked at the eighteen-year-old Yan Qian and felt a sense of unreality.

After leaving the world of misery, she would occasionally think of her only two friends there besides Fu Jianzhi. She would also wonder what Yan Qian's identity was in this world and whether her life trajectory would change.

She never expected the two of them to meet.

Yan Qian looked like she had just woken up. She washed her face and sat in front of the dressing mirror in the budget hotel, which had a crack, and combed her hair.

The hotel's combs were of poor quality, but Yan Qian didn't care about her dark red wavy hair. She pulled hard, trying to untangle the knots.

Ruan Chen suspected that even the shampoo she used was the cheap stuff provided here.

"I'll do it."

She sighed and stepped forward.

"Oh... thank you."

Ruan Chen patiently straightened out the knots in her hair with her fingers, then braided it. She explained, "You're not Chinese, so I guess you can't be too conspicuous here, right? Your hair is so beautiful, it'll attract a lot of attention. Braiding it will make it much better."

Yan Qian gave her a thumbs up.

Their shadows were reflected in the mirror, and Yan Qian suddenly said, "Your cooking is really good. Did you study it specifically?"

Ruan Chen's heart skipped a beat.

Yan Qian said this.

But her answer was different.

"It's alright, I haven't studied it."

Ruan Chen reached out her hand, and Yan Qian immediately handed her a hair tie. After a moment, she hesitated and asked, "Hey Ruan Chen, do you have an older sister?"

“There is one.”

"Do they have a bad relationship?"

"Oh, the Holy Maiden can even tell fortunes?" Ruan Chen laughed.

Yan Qian looked confused and continued to ask, "Did your sister hit you? Like, whip you?"

Ruan Chen remembered that these were the words her Les Misérables self had said to Yan Qian: "If I don't make it up well, she'll slap me."

My head is starting to hurt again.

"No, she only slapped me once, and I slapped her back on the spot."

Yan Qian gave her a thumbs up again.

After braiding Yan Qian's hair, Ruan Chen dragged her to the five-star hotel next door and booked a room.

Yan Qian's luggage was pitifully small, consisting of only a few clothes and a bag of snacks, with no cosmetics or skincare products.

Lying on the soft bed in the five-star hotel, with the aromatherapy in the air just right, Yan Qian rolled over in enjoyment, purring happily like a kitten. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, her dark red eyes fixed on Ruan Chen. "Don't think you can get me to cooperate with you just because you're being sweet-talking. I know you're not favored in the Ruan family. Little sister, you should go back to your studies and stop worrying about adult matters."

Ruan Chen ignored her pretentious remarks.

It turned out that she didn't know her true relationship with the Ruan family.

She recalled what Yan Qian from the tragic world had said: "Our place is very underdeveloped, and my parents sent me to China to study when I was young..."

Is it really just for learning? Or are those people actually forging a weapon?

Yan Qian's words pulled her back from her reverie, "Ruan Chen, have we met before? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."