Xu Zhuohua felt as if a hundred police cars were speeding by in her mind.

She said hesitantly, "Cheng Muyun, what do you like about me? Should I change careers?"

Cheng Muyun curled his lips into a smile, his thumb moving to her lips while his other fingers gently pinched her cheek.

If this action were in a super sweet romance novel, it would be absolutely saccharine, but Xu Zhuohua only felt as if fate had choked her.

It was as if death was beckoning to her.

"You sent so many tonics to the Xu family, how come you're still so thin?"

These words took on a different meaning in Xu Zhuohua's ears, as if she were just meat on a chopping board, like a pig farmer waiting to be slaughtered!

"I...I...I have something to do. I'll go back to eat. I'm going home."

Xu Zhuohua escaped from Cheng Muyun's arm and rushed towards the Xu family's car without looking back.

The man smiled and said, "Go ahead and run. Let's see how long you can run."

After returning to the Xu family home, Xu Zhuohua hurriedly crawled into bed, clutching her wildly beating heart.

Cheng Muyun is practically a devil with a death sentence in hand!

What methods can I use to get rid of him?

Xu Zhuohua lay on the bed, racking her brains, but couldn't come up with a solution. This era imposed too many constraints on women.

One moment she stepped out of the Xu family's door, and the next she was the concubine of some landlord.

Thinking about it carefully, Cheng Muyun is young, handsome, and powerful, much better than many people. Being his concubine, not his legal wife, shouldn't be a death sentence, right?

Thinking of this, Xu Zhuohua quickly slapped herself.

Lust blinds one's senses!

That's a death certificate!

Even if being a concubine prevents her from being burned to death, wouldn't she still have to remain a widow after Cheng Muyun dies?

What if I'm criticized and persecuted as a tainted person in the future?

Forget it, I'd better stay away from Cheng Muyun!

Xinghua was genuinely startled by the slap Xu Zhuohua gave her. She had long felt that this young lady had changed since returning from the nunnery.

Her heart pounded. "Miss, are you really possessed by a ghost? Why are you hitting yourself?"

Xu Zhuohua rolled over on the bed. "Yeah, I'm a ghost. I've possessed this body, and it's working pretty well."

Xinghua screamed and took several steps back, "Help! Miss, are you telling the truth?"

"Really, I'm not actually your young lady; I come from another world."

Hearing Xu Zhuohua say this, Xinghua was relieved. "Miss, you're teasing me again."

Xu Zhuohua smiled wryly, "You won't believe me even if I tell you the truth."

Xinghua: "Miss, you've been so absent-minded lately, what's wrong?"

Xu Zhuohua jumped out of bed. "Am I out of my mind?"

"Yeah, she doesn't eat, she dances all day, and she's always staring blankly at the kapok tree outside the window."

These past few days have been spent in a daze, and Xu Zhuohua hasn't even noticed her own unusual behavior.

She walked to the window and looked at the lush kapok trees. "I want to make money, leave Xinhai City, and go to Beiping."

Xinghua didn't understand. "Miss, aren't we doing well in Xinhai City? Why do you want to go to Beiping?"

Xu Zhuohua rested her chin on her hand and said, "It's fine if we don't go to Beiping, or we can go to Jinggang Mountain."

"Does Miss want to visit so many places?"

The kapok flowers sway in the wind, their red blossoms amidst the lush greenery resembling clusters of burning flames.

"The world is about to descend into chaos; it doesn't matter where you go."

Three days later, news of the loss of Dongzhou reached the country.

The whole country was shocked!

On that day, many students rushed to the consulate and government gates to demonstrate, chanting slogans, holding up banners, and marching in protest.

Xu Zhuohua absolutely could not allow herself to miss this historic moment.

She blended in among them, wearing her school uniform.

They shouted all day, but the government doors remained closed.

Xu Zhuohua found it uninteresting, so she left the group and went to a teahouse to drink tea, where she happened to run into Xiao Wuxin, who had been observing her all along.

He raised his hand, but before he could say hello, a gunshot rang out behind him.

Someone was beaten to death in the march.

The soldier on duty fired the shot.

Instead of dispersing, the crowd became enraged, and hot-blooded young men rushed forward, waving their fists at the soldiers on duty.

The soldiers with guns were naturally unafraid, but the marchers were even more fearless.

"If we have no dignity in the world of foreigners, will we also have no dignity in our own country?"

"The government is incompetent! It's just opportunistic!"

"Our land will eventually be handed over to others!"

Workers, students, and soldiers clashed, and when they started fighting each other, they showed no mercy.

Even though Xu Zhuohua knew this was an inevitable scene, her first feeling upon seeing it was one of cruelty, and she couldn't bear to look at it.

Xu Zhuohua immediately turned around, wanting to stop him, but Xiao Wuxin pulled him into the teahouse and covered Xu Zhuohua's school uniform with his coat.

"You can't go out."

Xu Zhuohua was frantic with worry. "Did you see that? Our compatriots are killing each other!"

Xiao Wuxin's eyes were filled with tears. "I saw it clearly: the first to awaken were the first to die."

Xu Zhuohua was stunned and speechless for a long time.

The first to awaken...

The first to die...

So he knew this was a road of no return.

Xiao Wuxin's face was too calm, as if he had foreseen this scene long ago, as if he was about to experience it.

Xu Zhuohua frowned deeply. "You're not going to the march too, are you?"

Xiao Wuxin smiled bitterly, "It can always awaken a few people who are not so ignorant."

Xu Zhuohua was startled. "No! You can't go, it's too dangerous!"

Xiao Wuxin's smile was bitter. "Why? Am I not a son of China? Am I not worthy to cry out for my dying mother?"

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