"Okay." Having experienced so much and regained all her memories, Fu Xi felt helpless about these things. The moment she turned and went into the kitchen, tears streamed down her face.

How can there be someone who leaves such a deep impression on you, yet you are forced to forget them?

It was as if Wen Xiyang had never existed in this world; there was no trace of him in the kitchen or living room, yet his existence was also meaningless.

If Fu Xi hadn't known about the transmigration system, if she hadn't written the book, she wouldn't be so puzzled today, and she would never have forgotten it.

But now she's at peace with it; after all, there are countless stories in books, and anything is possible.

[Just so you know. Reality is reality, and a book is a book. No matter what system problems occur, you have to go back to the beginning. Just pretend Wen Xiyang never existed; it was just a dream you had. Live your life well.]

The voice of the transmigration system echoed clearly throughout the room, and Fu Xi's eyes immediately reddened. She hugged her computer, feeling somewhat powerless.

Can we just treat it as a dream? Is that even possible? Those memories are so vivid and unforgettable.

No outsider had ever been so kind to her, and no man had ever been as devoted as Wen Xiyang. He was even afraid of hurting her when protecting her.

Those who have never been cherished and pampered are more likely to forget the love and pampering they have received.

"Fu Xi, I explained to your aunt, and she said it's okay. Just don't do it again next time," Fu's mother said as she came downstairs.

Fu Xi, who was inside the room, immediately wiped her eyes and pretended to be nonchalant, "Okay."

"Get some rest, you have an early shift tomorrow." Mrs. Fu poured herself a glass of water and went upstairs. She also needed to go to work tomorrow and needed to rest early.

Her daughter wasn't that unreasonable; something must have happened today. Fu's mother believed that Fu Xi would start working properly and get back on track starting tomorrow.

So she doesn't need to worry about anything.

"Okay." Fu Xi nodded and pulled the blanket up to cover her entire face.

She didn't know how long it would take for her to forget Wen Xiyang, or at least stop feeling sad for him. She probably would never forget him in this lifetime; just thinking about him made Fu Xi want to cry.

The person who can make you smile can also make you extremely sad; that's life.

Wen Xiyang spent a year and three months making her remember him and fall in love with him, but he was so cruel that he ended it all on the very day they got their marriage certificate.

All that happy life seemed to be just a pipe dream for her.

If I hadn't gone out and had walked slowly when I got off the bus, would things be different now?

How could Wen Xiyang be so heartless, leaving her alone in this world? She would rather be in a car accident herself than have Wen Xiyang get into trouble; she would rather be the one in trouble...

Fu Xi cried all night, but got up to go to work as usual the next day, and she looked like a normal person.

She greets customers with a smile, and after get off work, she turns on the phone to record all the little things she shared with Wen Xiyang. She then compiles those manuscripts into a novel.

Fu Xi hasn't written in a long time, and now it's difficult for her to write. She also feels like crying. These stories aren't made up; they really happened.

The male protagonist in the story also existed, but he truly disappeared forever.

Halfway through writing, Fu Xi suddenly couldn't stop her tears.