"No wonder I suddenly traveled back in time." Xun Ting wasn't very surprised. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw this familiar ceiling and knew she had traveled back in time.

Although they were very reluctant to leave that world, and also reluctant to leave Huo Lin and the unborn baby in his belly, what could they do?

"I'm really worried that after the book is released, will they have become different people?" Fu Xi sat uneasily in the chair; she had never been so afraid before.

This book was originally quite ordinary, but after the transmigration, so many things happened that it became extraordinary.

She was also afraid. Even if she couldn't be with Wen Xiyang, it didn't matter. As long as he lived well and happily in the world of the book, that was enough.

"I don't know either." Xun Ting knew nothing about any of this. All she knew was that she would never be able to walk and jump like before.

I will never see Huo Lin again, and the thought makes me sad.

"Don't you have any ideas? Are we just going to do nothing?" Fu Xi asked sullenly, feeling that they shouldn't just give up like this.

If we don't fight for anything, what if they were fine to begin with, but something happens to them because they didn't fight for anything?

"But there's nothing we can do." Xunting, being older, was more open-minded. Whether they lived in the book or not didn't matter, because they had no memories and wouldn't be sad.

If the book is revised again and again, and the plot becomes even more chaotic, it will be even more worrying if it affects their love life in the book.

"I understand." Fu Xi understood, but there was nothing she could do about it, and she didn't want to get involved.

"Hmm." Xun Ting's eyes remained vacant, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Then I'll head back now." Fu Xi stood up, intending to say goodbye. She had been working here for quite a while, and Xun Ting was thinking of just leaving like this; she didn't want to.

She always felt there was still a chance to try.

"Do you need money?" Xun Ting suddenly turned to look at her. She herself was very wealthy in her original world, but it was all useless. Fu Xi didn't look very old.

Her clothes weren't well-off; in fact, they looked worn out, so she probably needed something.

"No need, but thank you anyway." Fu Xi shook her head and refused to accept the money.

She knew why Xunting was giving it to her, because Xunting felt that she could no longer stand up, and having that money would be of no use to her.

Fu Xi didn't think so. She always felt that Heaven had a benevolent heart and that good people shouldn't end up like this. She believed that the current situation was only temporary and that there would definitely be a miracle in the future.

Fu Xi wasn't sure if her opinion was right or wrong; all she could say was that she firmly believed in it.

The difference between twenty-seven and seventeen is ten years; their understanding of the world is completely different.

"Okay, come find me if you need anything. We've been through so much together, so we're pretty close. All I can do to help you is with material things."

Xun Ting smiled and didn't press the matter.

"Okay, thank you." After Fu Xi left, she was actually envious. How confident and wealthy must someone be to say that the only thing that can help you is material possessions?

That's something she might never have in her entire life.

That's how big the difference is between people.

"Hmm." Xun Ting turned her gaze back, still staring blankly at the ceiling.

She also wanted to tell Fu Xi that they should not give up and should try to return to the world in the book, but she couldn't.

The book contains information about that period of time, which has already been stolen. Going in further would only make the book more and more chaotic, and ultimately affect the original development of everyone's story.