Chapter 32 - Temptation

The laptop stopped at the email page. A light sigh escaped from the lips that countless women had coveted. Qin Buzhu's index finger tapped the table in a certain pattern, intentionally or unintentionally. His eyebrows knitted slightly. After a long moment, he picked up his phone and made a call:

"Hello, Master Sun? I'd like to ask, is there a situation in this world where a person, without suffering from multiple personalities or schizophrenia, seems to have become a completely different person? It's like even their lifestyle and values suddenly change."

After hanging up the phone a few minutes later, Qin Buzhu relaxed and leaned back in his seat. His expressionless face suddenly curled up the corners of his lips: "Huh~ Resurrection?"

The next morning, Qin Bu Ru had stir-fried bean sprouts, boiled eggs, and shredded vegetables for breakfast, along with millet porridge and steamed buns. Qin Bu Ru finished one steamed bun slowly, scooping up the porridge one spoonful at a time as it cooled. Suddenly, he looked up as if he was interested in something: "What kind of stories do you usually write in your novels?"

Shi Feiye was happily eating a steamed bun, but paused when she heard this. "I write about all kinds of stories, right? I don't usually limit myself to a few. I want to write everything, but my favorite are time-travel novels. I like quick travel, comprehensive travel, traveling into a novel, and imaginative travel stories. I like them all."

"Does this thing called time travel really exist?" Qin Buzhu looked at Shi Feiye with a darker look in his eyes.

Shi Feiye was completely unaware of this. Thinking of himself, he nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, I think it really exists. No one can say for sure what the world is. Sometimes we think we live in a very real world, but maybe it's just a world constructed by others. So, who knows what the world is like? Since we can't even confirm this, how can we dare to say that time travel doesn't exist?"

Qin Buzhu paused while scooping porridge: "Traveling into a book? A world created by the pen?"

"Yeah, actually, if you think about it from another perspective, each of our lives is a novel. Some are stories of comebacks, some are inspirational, some are tragedies, and some are comedies. Everyone is the protagonist of their own story."

Shi Feiye had had similar thoughts before, but unfortunately her time travel proved that she was just cannon fodder in other people's stories. Thinking of this, she added:

"Of course, in other people's stories, we might just be an unknown passerby, or even cannon fodder."

"Then what do you think your previous life might have been like if you traveled through time?" Qin Buliu continued to ask.

Shi Feiye tilted her head slightly, and thought of her past life. "I should have been a very happy person, with a harmonious family and a fulfilling life. My parents loved each other, and I was an only child. I could do whatever I wanted. My parents might pass away suddenly, but I studied the major I like, had enough food, drink, and money, and my life was not bad. If I traveled through time, I would probably be stabbed to death while saving someone else. Hmm, that kind of death is very unlucky."

As she spoke, she recalled her own misfortune. She had only been helping someone retrieve a bag, but who could have known the thief would be so brutal as to stab her directly. It was such a pity that she had never done a single bad thing in her life, yet she ended up like this. If she hadn't woken up and found herself transported into a book and given a second life, she would have vomited blood and died of anger.