"Wen Xiyang, I was wrong, I was wrong... If I had known it would turn out like this, I definitely wouldn't have changed the plot..."
Fu Xi felt her mind go completely blank. She couldn't process what was happening right now, and she couldn't understand why she felt so terrible...
She felt nothing at all during Mr. Fu's funeral.
Why did it feel like a piece of her chest had been ripped out when she got to Wen Xiyang?
Fu Xi crawled on her knees to the coffin, hugged it and cried bitterly, "I beg you to wake up, I beg you... even if you just lie in bed, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
She has always been afraid of separation and death, and she doesn't want to think about it too much, afraid that thinking about it too much will make her cry.
Yet at this moment, she clearly felt the pain of separation and death. Even though none of the characters in this book had anything to do with her, why was she so heartbroken...?
"My God, this girl is so devoted! She clearly loved someone she couldn't have in her previous life."
"I have to say he's really handsome. It's a pity Wen Xiyang has face blindness, otherwise they would definitely have been together long ago."
Fu Xi could no longer hear the discussions behind her; her last thought was of herself falling in front of a grave.
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"Xixi, what's wrong with you? Don't you know you have class today? You're sleeping like a log. Get up right now and get yourself ready."
Fu Xi felt a splitting headache. Hearing her mother's familiar voice, she opened her eyes and saw a familiar room, a room with all the facilities from her own world.
She touched her head; it was her own chubby face, not Fu Xi's slender oval face.
She couldn't wait to get out of bed, put on her slippers, and run to the bathroom to look in the mirror. It was her! She was back!
Her mother, who was combing her hair at the door, couldn't help but speak up when she saw what she was doing: "Has your face changed at all? Look at yourself, or you'll be late."
"Okay, I'll be right there. I need to use the restroom first." Fu Xi closed the bathroom door, leaned against the wall, and covered her face, unable to believe that she had suddenly traveled back in time.
The last thing I remember was me weeping bitterly at Wen Xiyang's grave.
"Hurry up, I'm going now."
"Okay." The first thing Fu Xi did after coming back to her senses was to delete all the revised drafts and re-paste the first draft of the angst-filled version.
After doing all that, she sat motionless on the stool, her gaze still fixed on the pages of the novel.
A comment quickly popped up: "[What's going on, author? Is the chapter structure messed up? This isn't the new version! I've been waiting for the update for ages, but the whole thing has reverted to the old version? Please explain...]"
She shut down the computer, sat motionless on the bed, hugged her knees and buried her head in them. She felt sorry for Xunting…
Xunting and Huo Lin have such a good relationship, but now I've suddenly changed the story. I don't know if it will make them not be together anymore... Maybe Xunting has come back, but not in the book.
She couldn't accept that Wen Xiyang was dead, and she didn't have the energy to revise the story. She could only switch back to the first draft, at least Wen Xiyang survived to the end.
That's all she could do to help Wen Xiyang.
After a long while, Fu Xi finally tidied herself up, took her textbooks, and went out to begin her ordinary yet unwilling life.
She was just an ordinary person; the extraordinary experiences she had in the book were stolen... and she probably would never have them again.
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