Chapter 27: The Twenty-Seventh Day After Transmigrating – I Want to Live a Little Longer… (1)

Yun Shuning hadn’t paid any attention to what was happening online. She had no idea that, in the eyes of netizens, she had now become a pitiful woman who had been abandoned by a scumbag.

Her fans, while angrily condemning the person who had made Shuyan sad, kept a close eye on her livestream room, ready to rush in and comfort her the moment it went live.

Who cares about men? As long as they were there, they’d definitely cheer Shushu up.

So, when Yun Shuning started her livestream that morning, she was immediately flooded by a barrage of messages:

“Shushu, don’t cry.”
“What’s a man worth? We’ll always be here for you, Shushu.”
“Shushu, don’t be sad. When you cry, it feels like the sky darkens and even the air becomes heavy.”
“Shushu, that man had no taste. He’ll definitely regret it later. When that happens, we won’t even bother with him.”

…

Yun Shuning stared at these bizarre messages meant to comfort her and asked, a bit confused, “Did any of you go through a breakup?”

No matter how she looked at it, aside from the fact that they were calling her “Shushu,” the rest of what they were saying had nothing to do with her.

On the other end, Su Muqing, who had been watching her livestream persistently, quietly changed his username and sent a message too:

“Shushu, he doesn’t deserve you. Let him go. You’ll have a brighter future ahead.”

Yun Shuning watched the endless stream of messages scrolling by and felt like maybe she was falling behind the times. “What are you all talking about? Me?”

When was she abandoned? When had she ever said she went through a breakup?

Could she have lost her memory or something?

“What are you talking about?” she sighed helplessly, “When did I have a breakup?”

“Then Shushu, why did you cry yesterday when watching Struggle for Power and the World?”
“Wasn’t it because you thought of that scumbag?”
“Shushu, don’t worry, we won’t laugh at you. We just feel bad for you.”
“Yeah, yeah! Shushu, just tell us the name of that scumbag and we’ll get revenge for you!”

When Yun Shuning saw these messages, the smile that had appeared at the corners of her lips from being cared for disappeared.

“No, you can’t.”

“No matter the time or reason, you must never cyberbully others online. Sometimes, no one really knows whether the stories you’ve heard are the truth or not.”

At this point, she spoke seriously:
“If I lied to you now and casually gave you the name of someone I didn’t like, and you went and attacked them, wouldn’t that person become a victim of baseless accusations?”

“Be more peaceful. Don’t always think about fighting and attacking. The world is still a beautiful place.” As she said this, her voice unconsciously softened, floating gently—as if it could drift into people’s hearts.

“Mingming sends a little red flower – Shushu, you’re really amazing. You’re the kind of idol I should admire.”
“CokeMustHaveIce sends a little red flower – Shushu, from now on I’ll be careful with my words online and never curse someone without reason again.”
“I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel so moved, sob sob sob…”
“Ahhhhh, Shushu, why are you so kind?”
“But Shushu, if you’ve been bullied, what should we do to stand up for you?”

Yun Shuning looked at the screen full of floating little red flower emojis and blinked lightly.

“You don’t need to stand up for me. I can stand up for myself. All I need is for you to keep staying by my side.”

“And also—” Her voice sounded especially serious now, as if she wanted to share the deepest secret of her heart with them, “I really do have someone I love very, very much.”

It seemed that no matter when, the moment she mentioned this person, Shuyan’s voice would gain warmth.

The screen was instantly filled with:

“Mom, my youth is over.”
“I just had a heartbreak.”

Yun Shuning looked at the screen, took a deep breath, and tried to keep her voice from sounding too sorrowful.

“We loved each other very much, and he treated me so well.”

“He is the person I love most, most, most in this world. So please, everyone, send me your blessings. If you say bad things about him, I’ll be heartbroken.”

“Why have you never seen him in the livestreams?” She repeated the question and then smiled softly, “Not every couple is glued together every second. Everyone has their own life.”

She tried her best to suppress the tremor in her voice so it would sound only filled with happiness.

“Besides, he really hates being in front of cameras. Whenever we take pictures, he hides as far away as possible. Now I don’t even have a single photo of him.”

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness, making it sound like someone who was truly happy in love.

“But Shushu, why did you cry that day watching the drama? If it wasn’t because of a scumbag, what was it then?”
“And that one time you were drunk during a livestream, you said you were very happy that day. Why? Was it related to your lover?”

…

Seeing all these questions from her fans, Yun Shuning’s hands, which had been visible in the livestream, clenched slightly. Realizing her lapse, she slowly relaxed her body again.

“It’s actually nothing. I just remembered some unhappy things that day.”

“There are always happy and unhappy things in a day. I can’t even remember anymore what made me so happy at that time.”

“Alright, I can’t chat with you anymore. I haven’t even started practicing my calligraphy today.” Yun Shuning felt she had explained enough, so she put down her phone and began preparing for her writing practice.

After ending the stream, she looked at her steadily improving calligraphy and nodded in satisfaction.

Watching Yun Shuning’s livestream had become a habit for many people—Su Muqing, for example. But this time, there was also Yu Cheng.

Ever since Su Muqing had admitted in front of him that he liked Yun Shuning, Yu Cheng had been feeling strange inside.

Originally, he had thought Yun Shuning would definitely be his. That’s why he had taken his time, only occasionally circling around her apartment.

After all, he knew Huo Yan couldn’t possibly be alive, and He Chen, due to his status, couldn’t possibly have any deeper relationship with her—so it had to be him.

He wasn’t even sure what these feelings were, but it didn’t matter. There was still plenty of time.

He was closing in on Yun Shuning slowly, step by step.

But now, he suddenly realized that a treasure could be contested for. In the future, there might be more and more people by her side.

Even though he knew none of them could ever hold a place in her heart, he still hated this reality.

It felt like a treasure only you had discovered was suddenly exposed to many people, and you didn’t even have the right to say anything—because that treasure didn’t belong to you.

So this time, for the first time in a long while, he clicked into Yun Shuning’s livestream.

And right after entering, Yu Cheng—who wanted to top the leaderboard in her stream—was instantly blocked by the sheer number of gifts being sent. Frustrated, he put down his phone.

And then, the blows kept coming.

In the livestream, every word Yun Shuning said revolved around that missing Huo Yan: her heartache, her beloved, her lover.

Every time she mentioned Huo Yan, he felt another sting in his heart.

What was so great about Huo Yan? Why was he worth all this?

He had been missing for nearly four years. Wasn’t that enough time for her to forget him?

But precisely because she remembered, because she still loved him so deeply—that was what made Yu Cheng unable to look away.

He felt tangled and conflicted inside, a dark expression on his face.

In the end, he slammed his phone hard onto the floor. The broken parts scratched his right hand, and as he watched the blood slowly trickle from the web of his thumb, his emotions finally began to calm.

As for Su Muqing, who had always watched Yun Shuning’s livestreams, he had long been used to her unwavering love for Huo Yan—love untouched by the passage of time.

Though he felt bitter inside too, he knew that no matter how much He Chen lied to Yun Shuning, Huo Yan could never come back.

He was still young. He could wait.

Time would eventually leave behind what is truly right—wouldn’t it?

…

After ending the stream, Yun Shuning began seriously considering what she should do next.

Since she already had the motivation to live well, then the next step was to actually live well.

Her right hand twirled the pen skillfully. What did it mean to live well?

Eat on time, stay warm, care about her health, sleep early and wake up early…

She wrote down many things. In short, it all added up to maintaining a healthy lifestyle and finding little joys in life.

She picked up the pen and wrote on paper:

Life’s Joys: Practicing calligraphy, livestreaming.

And then? What else did she like?

In her previous life, she had been too busy just surviving to think about what kind of life she wanted. All she thought about back then was how to stay alive.

After coming to this world, at first she was still trying hard to survive—pretending, making herself look weak.

But now, at last, she could slowly begin to rediscover the life she liked and was meant to live.

And in that life, she also had to include a sense of waiting—a kind of waiting that might never end, for someone who might never come back.

“Meow~”

A pitiful, abused-sounding cry came from not far away. Yun Shuning expressionlessly put down her pen. “Xiao Bai!”

“Even if you meow your lungs out, you can’t eat any more.”

When Xiao Bai had first arrived, she pitied the little thing for all it had suffered while wandering outside, so she gave it lots of delicious food. After meals, she’d sometimes give it freeze-dried treats, canned food, and meat sticks.

But it hadn’t been long before its belly started expanding sideways. The vet had said it was only about four months old, yet now it looked like it was as big as a one-year-old cat.

Not only had it grown big, but its weight seemed dangerously close to exceeding the healthy range.

For its health, she began using a scale to carefully control the amount of food it received. Snacks were strictly regulated too.

Since coming to her home, Xiao Bai had never suffered such injustice. It had been a long time since it knew what hunger felt like. So the moment the diet plan began, it couldn’t stop meowing, trying to get more food.

She walked over to Xiao Bai and saw its food bowl, licked so clean it was gleaming. She suddenly felt a little guilty.

Xiao Bai seemed to notice her hesitation. With its big watery eyes outlined in built-in eyeliner, it stared at her while kneading her with all its might.

As it kneaded, it let out pitiful little mews.

“Xiao Bai, you really can’t eat any more,” Yun Shuning’s voice carried a tinge of guilt. “If you keep eating, you’ll be overweight.”

Xiao Bai: I don’t hear you, I don’t hear you, I don’t hear you.

Here is the full English translation with correct grammar, as requested:

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Facing Xiaobai’s pleading eyes, Yun Shuning took a deep breath and said, “This is the last time, you hear me? Don’t ask again!”

As she spoke, she walked over to where the cat food was stored, carefully pouring a few freeze-dried pieces into her hand. One, two, three…

“You can only have five.” She squatted down, but before she could place the treats into the bowl, Xiaobai eagerly pawed at her hand and started eating.

Even in its urgency, it didn’t extend its claws.

In less than a minute, Xiaobai had finished the treats in her hand and immediately began begging for more.

Xiaobai: It’s been three seconds since I last ate. I’m starving!!!

Expressionless, Yun Shuning stood up and stretched a little. “Then stay hungry.”

It was already past eleven o’clock—time for lunch.

But the fridge was nearly empty, and given her mediocre cooking skills, the meals she made were just barely edible.

Ever since she moved here, she had either been eating her own cooking or food from outside places that tasted even worse than her own.

Thinking about it now, it was just a mixture of bitterness and frustration.

Now that she had a reason to live well, she figured she could start treating herself a little better.

She walked to the entryway and instinctively reached for the thin jacket that had always been hanging there.

But the next second, her hand paused, and she returned the jacket to its original place.

She no longer needed to pretend to be indifferent to the world, nor did she have to act like she couldn’t feel the cold.

Her current persona should be someone who wants to live well and patiently wait for a miracle.

With that thought in mind, she went to the wardrobe and took out a thick-looking coat.

Back in her previous life, she had always told herself that when winter came, she would dress warmly and enjoy the season, free from the pain of frostbite.

Because her winters had always been filled with cold.

Worn-out, thin cotton jackets, single-layer cloth shoes—after she grew up and could finally buy the clothes she wanted, she still couldn’t wear anything that looked warm. As an actress, she had to maintain a slim figure in the public eye.

So in winter, she could only wear stylish, structured trench coats that looked great to others, paired with thin shorts or skirts. In reality, she would shiver every time she stepped outside.

The coat she pulled out was a heavy down jacket, though she didn’t like its black color.

She patted off the dust, went to the mirror by the door, and put it on.

…So bulky.

The coat was thick and oversized. When she raised her arms, they looked short—like the legs of a stubby cat.

But it was genuinely warm. After just a minute, her back was already starting to sweat.

Satisfied, she nodded and opened the door.

Just as she was trudging slowly toward the elevator, the doors suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

Su Muqing looked at the waddling, penguin-like figure not far away, and a rare trace of surprise flickered in his eyes. “Shushu?”

Yun Shuning calmly looked up and gave him a slight nod. “Mr. Su.”

Su Muqing saw her gesture, and his eyes filled with amusement.

She was wrapped in a coat that made her look round and puffy, wobbling as she walked. The tall collar covered her mouth and hid the usual expression that kept others at arm’s length.

No matter how he looked at her, she was just irresistibly cute.

Most girls dressed lightly in winter. They’d wear not-so-thick coats, revealing their delicate sweaters underneath. Some would search meticulously for a fitted down jacket, sacrificing warmth for appearance.

But Yun Shuning didn’t seem to care about appearances anymore. Warmth was clearly her top priority.

And in this cold winter, just seeing her dressed like this brought a surprising warmth to his heart.

“Shushu, are you heading out for lunch?”

“Mm.” Yun Shuning answered as she walked forward to the elevator. Her voice was a bit puzzled, “Aren’t you coming out?”

“Oh.” Su Muqing stepped back into the elevator to make room for her. “I just remembered I had something to do downstairs.”

He reached out to block the elevator doors from closing. “Let’s go together.”

Yun Shuning glanced at his smiling face and blinked slowly.

Seriously, with those dark circles under his eyes, doesn’t he need to go back and sleep?

Well, not her concern.

She slowly stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

“Shushu, why are you dressed so thickly today?” Su Muqing asked in his usual overly familiar tone, full of curiosity. “Is it because it’s really cold today?”

“Sort of.” Yun Shuning stared at the closed elevator doors, her voice flat like she was stating a fact. “I want to take care of my health.”

Upon hearing that, Su Muqing felt like something in his heart had been struck.

“Take care of yourself”—those words meant so much to him. No one else in the world cared about his health but himself.

If he hadn’t held onto those words, he might’ve already disappeared into the deceitful mess that was his family.

How could Yun Shuning be so perfectly aligned with what he longed for?

“We’re really alike.” He stepped closer, walking beside her. “I think the same way. I’m always very health-conscious.”

As he spoke, he carefully turned his face to glance at her. Still expressionless—but no matter how he looked, he found her irresistibly attractive.

“Can I ask you something?” Without waiting for her reply, he softly said, “Why did you suddenly decide to focus on your health?”

“Before, you never seemed to care about things like this. Instead…” you were always pushing yourself to the brink.

The elevator suddenly fell silent. Just when he thought she wouldn’t respond, Yun Shuning softly spoke:

“Because I want to live longer.” She looked down, her voice full of layered emotions—or maybe it was just a casual comment. “Miracles are rare. Maybe if I live long enough, I’ll eventually see one.”

She turned her head and met his gaze.

How to describe that look?

Su Muqing’s hand slowly clenched at his side. That one look was too complex for him to face: anticipation, pain, confusion, obsession…

“Your choice is wonderful.” Just then, the elevator doors opened. He matched her steps, trying to stay side-by-side. “Actually, there are a lot of tips for healthy living…”

He rambled on about various health habits, as if only by continuing to speak could he keep the awkwardness between them at bay.

As if talking could… dissipate the sorrow in her eyes.

“Mr. Su, don’t you have things to do?” Yun Shuning had never realized just how long someone could talk about health. He had been going on for ten minutes without pause.

Her mind was buzzing now, and it took all her strength to maintain a calm appearance.

“Well, not really…” Su Muqing met her unflinchingly calm gaze and silently swallowed the rest of his sentence. “Hahaha, I do have something to handle.”

“Oh right, Shushu, have you ever thought about getting a health check-up?” As he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered. “Taking care of your health starts with prevention. A proper check-up would help you get tailored advice.”

“Thank you for the suggestion. I’ll consider it.” Yun Shuning nodded politely and walked away.

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“Hey, Shushu, what a coincidence—you’re eating here too?” Su Muqing cheerfully walked over to her table, sounding genuinely surprised. “I’ve eaten here a few times—the beef noodles are amazing, highly recommended.”

As he spoke, he approached her table, prepared her utensils, rinsed her cup with hot water, and neatly arranged everything for her.

Yun Shuning suddenly felt like she was being haunted—why was he everywhere?

Su Muqing could guess what she was thinking. After setting up everything, he smiled and waved. “Alright, Shushu, enjoy your meal. I’m going to try another place this time.”

“If it’s good, I’ll recommend it to you.”

Yun Shuning stared at his back as he left without hesitation and suddenly understood his intention.

If she wasn’t mistaken, he was… trying to win her over?

Push and pull, reading faces, knowing when to advance or retreat, always leaving a good impression—that was exactly what she used to do to please directors.

But why would he want to win her over? Just because of her voice?

She was a little confused.

Then she suddenly remembered that in the original novel, Su Muqing had severe insomnia, and her voice had a soothing effect. Maybe that was why he treated her differently.

Shaking off the random thoughts, she began thinking about scheduling a health check-up.

She had been pushing her body too hard lately. Who knows what hidden problems might have developed?

Her life was really good now. She was happy. She could buy anything she wanted. She had Xiaobai to keep her company. She wanted to live longer.

Enjoying life while waiting a little longer for the person who wouldn’t come back—after all, the two things didn’t conflict.

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Lin Wan sat at the dining table, blankly staring at the sandwich in front of her.

She could check He Chen’s phone anytime she wanted.

Because he never hid anything from her.

Last night, she saw his activity on the Koi livestream platform. A CEO of a massive corporation, and yet, lately, he had been logging in daily and sending out exactly twenty little red flowers—cheap and stingy gifts.

Honestly, it was a bit pitiful.

Thinking about what she saw on his phone yesterday afternoon, her eyes darkened involuntarily.

He was starting to show interest in Yun Shuning. If left unchecked, who knew whether that interest would grow into affection?

But for now, the situation was still manageable. With Yun Shuning’s current status, it was something she could still control.

With that in mind, she slowly opened her eyes and sent a message to one of the staff in He Chen’s secretary department:

“Xiaoya, I heard Secretary Yun resigned a while back. Do you know what really happened?”

“I always thought she was a really nice person—did she run into some kind of trouble?”

She sent the message with a blank expression. She needed to understand more deeply what Yun Shuning was doing at He Chen’s company—to see whether she truly was there for He Yan, or if her motives were something else entirely.

After finishing everything, she looked at the sandwich in front of her and took a deep breath.

There was no helping it—Yu Cheng hadn’t called her proactively in a long time, and she couldn’t be too forward either. She couldn’t reach out to him without a reason.

She picked up the sandwich from the table, frowned, and took a bite.

When she opened her eyes again, all she could see was a blinding white.

This place… was a hospital.

She was lying in bed, and when she turned her head slightly, she saw a figure in red leaning against the wall. She spoke, slightly surprised, “Yu Cheng?”

“Are you that unhappy to see me?” Yu Cheng looked at her. His dark pupils betrayed no emotion.

“Not at all.” Lin Wan wrinkled her nose playfully and used the hand not connected to the IV drip to slowly prop herself up.

Yu Cheng instinctively moved forward at her motion but then seemed to think of something and slowly pulled back. His gaze, however, remained fixed on the person in the hospital bed.

Lin Wan struggled slightly to sit up, then explained a little sheepishly, “I wasn’t feeling well when I made the call, so I might have dialed the wrong number by accident.”

“Who were you originally trying to call?” Yu Cheng’s face was unreadable, and it was as if her words had no impact on him at all. “Do you need me to help you now?”

At that moment, Lin Wan suddenly felt his distance from her—blunt and without the slightest attempt to hide it.

It was because of Yun Shuning, wasn’t it?

No matter what she thought in her heart, her expression remained lively and innocent. She put on a helpless smile. “I just needed someone to take me to the hospital. No need to make a big deal of it.”

“Well, since I’m already here, there’s no need to trouble anyone else.”

Yu Cheng looked at her side profile—smiling but unable to hide its weakness—and a strange thought crossed his mind: Did she use the word “trouble” when referring to He Chen too?

He had to admit, what Su Muqing said that day had an effect on him. He Chen… was he showing too much concern for Yun Shuning?

And Lin Wan—what role did she play in all this?

“You know you’re allergic to peanuts, don’t you?” His voice was low and enticing as he raised an eyebrow. “How did you forget this time?”

Lin Wan let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I guess I’ve had it too easy lately. I forgot that nut fragments also include peanuts.”

She gave a helpless smile. “Let this be a lesson for me. Next time, no matter what I eat, I’ll check the ingredient list first.”

“Oh right, Yu Cheng.” Sensing the awkward silence in the air, she curled her lips into a slight smile and asked cheerfully, “Do you have a girl you like?”

Her eyes gleamed with curiosity, and her tone was friendly yet playful, full of interest.

Hearing her question, Yu Cheng, who was leaning against the wall, stiffened slightly—did he?

“Looks like you do.” Lin Wan watched him, secretly gritting her teeth, but outwardly full of excitement and blessings.

“Does it matter whether I do or not?” Yu Cheng looked at her, his voice cold.

Hearing his emotionally clueless reply, Lin Wan shook her head helplessly and said with conviction, “Of course it matters.”

“If you have a girl you like, we should keep our distance.” She stretched out her free right hand and made a stopping gesture. “How can you not understand even this?”

“You haven’t won her over yet, have you?” she raised an eyebrow, sounding confident.

Yu Cheng glanced at her indifferently but said nothing.

That was a silent confirmation.

“For the sake of our childhood friendship, I’ll help you out.” Lin Wan sighed in mock resignation. “Just make sure to send me a red envelope when it works out.”

The mention of their childhood softened Yu Cheng’s expression momentarily. But when he heard what she said afterward, his face turned a little complicated.

He was now sure he had no romantic feelings for Lin Wan—just gratitude and a desire to help. But did he really like Yun Shuning?

Not really. What he wanted was the unwavering devotion that Yun Shuning had shown. He wanted someone, after he left this world, to remember him the way Yun Shuning remembered He Yan.

But perhaps… there would never be another Yun Shuning in this world.

So, now he had a simpler and more direct solution: to possess her.

That way, no matter who that emotion was originally for, as long as he had that kind of love—he would be satisfied.

“Come here. Let me teach you a few tricks.” Lin Wan gestured mysteriously for him to come closer.

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“Did you find what I asked for?” Su Muqing looked at the person walking into his office and asked seriously.

“Boss, you should know how busy the company is right now,” Xu Zheng said as he floated into the office like a ghost. His once refined and scholarly face was now unshaven, with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

Lately, he hadn’t just been busy with company affairs—he also had to take care of the private matters Su Muqing assigned him. Thirty-six hours a day wouldn’t be enough.

He had just gotten two hours of rest when his boss once again gave him another ridiculous task.

“This is the information you asked for—stories about lovers separated in youth who reunite in old age.” He took a deep breath and clung to the last shred of his assistant dignity. “I’ve categorized them too—like those who were separated due to misunderstandings and only cleared them up in their later years.”

As he spoke, he handed over the materials. “And couples separated by war, where the man returns home in old age only to find the woman had long passed away due to illness…”

“And—”

“Stop.” Su Muqing’s brow twitched when he heard the second story. “That one.”

He pulled out the document and skimmed it quickly. “This one will do.”

He handed the material back. “Organize it into a touching soft article. Emphasize the helplessness and sorrow of them almost reuniting but ultimately missing each other.”

Listening to the request, Xu Zheng’s face grew more numb by the second. But Su Muqing wasn’t finished.

“Send it to a relevant public account, then send me the link to that article.”

“That’s it.” Su Muqing nodded to himself. “Any other questions?”

Xu Zheng clenched his fists: Yes!

Boss, do you think I have nothing better to do?

Isn’t this ridiculous?

Can’t you just send the material directly to whoever you want to see it? Why go through this whole roundabout way to torment your employee?

Though he cursed him thoroughly in his heart, outwardly Xu Zheng still looked reliable and composed. “Got it, boss. I’ll get it done and send it to you soon.”

At that moment, Su Muqing’s phone screen lit up with a notification.

With 5.0 vision, Xu Zheng saw the new lock screen wallpaper.

The boss’s aesthetic—had it changed that much?

The lock screen was a photo of a girl’s back. She was wearing a thick, puffy, round black winter coat. From that angle, she looked a bit bulky—but strangely cute.

Noticing his gaze, Su Muqing didn’t try to hide it. Instead, he smiled and lifted the phone slightly. “Isn’t she cute? Pretty, right?”

Even if beauty is in the eye of the beholder… wasn’t this a little too far?

For the first time, Xu Zheng didn’t respond immediately. He shifted his gaze and tried to change the subject. “Boss, Yu Cheng is still—”

“No taste,” Su Muqing said, putting his phone down and glancing at him. “Don’t you think that coat in the cold winter makes her look especially warm?”

“Don’t you think someone who takes care of her health like that is particularly charming?”

Xu Zheng took a deep breath and replied perfunctorily, “You’re right.”

“Forget it. You clearly don’t get it.” Su Muqing leaned back in his chair. Thinking of Yun Shuning’s behavior today, his expression softened.

Someone who once didn’t care about her health or this world suddenly gained warmth. She was learning to live well and to take care of herself.

That kind of her… really made his heart flutter.

But the reason she changed—thinking about it made his heart gradually quiet down.

Waiting for a miracle… huh?

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Yun Shuning had no idea that someone was thinking of her.

Ever since she watched the first episode of Struggle for Power, she gave up on it. She didn’t want to let it offend her eyes.

But today, by some unfortunate coincidence, she came across a meme edit of herself singing while scrolling through videos.

She thought she was immune by now, but watching that clip completely broke her defenses.

As her toes curled in embarrassment, wishing she could burrow into the ground, a sudden idea struck her—to fight poison with poison: watch Struggle for Power again.

Forcing herself through the aesthetic assault, she rewatched the first episode. And surprisingly, after watching it, her mood stabilized.

Looking at the wildly expressive female lead and the twisted-looking male lead… she actually saw a bit of couple chemistry.

Just as she was watching and mocking their acting skills, her phone suddenly rang.

It was a WeChat message.

But since coming to this world, she had barely used WeChat. Who would message her at this time?

Confused, she opened the app.

It was Su Muqing, forwarding her a bunch of health-related public account posts:

“How to Take Care of Your Voice: Advice from a Renowned TCM Doctor.”

“Tips to Stay Healthy During Flu Season…”

Seven or eight wellness posts came one after another.

Yun Shuning stared blankly: Was Su Muqing… not quite right in the head?

Just as she was about to exit, she noticed something different mixed among the messages—a short story unlike the others.

Curious, she clicked on it.

It was a very sad love story. Elmer Harding and Emily Beecham lived in a country ravaged by war. In order to protect his country’s sovereignty and bring an end to the endless conflict, Elmer decisively joined the army.

Before he left, they stood amidst the war-torn rubble…

The continuous war had cut off all contact between the two. Emily stayed behind, waiting for ten years. Everyone knew Elmer would not return—she knew it too.

Ten years later, with her already weak health, she passed away. The year after her death, Elmer, with a broken leg and leaning on a crutch, came back to look for his beloved. But all that awaited him was a solitary grave.

The article spent a long passage describing Elmer’s despair—if he had come back just one year earlier, he could have seen his beloved one last time.

Yun Shuning put down her phone, feeling a sense of sorrow for this love story, but even more a feeling of helplessness.

She seemed to understand why Su Muqing had sent her these things.

To sum it up simply: a long wait must be built on a foundation of good health.

Perhaps thinking she had already finished reading the story, Su Muqing sent another message:

“I originally just wanted to send Shushu some health recipes and expert advice, but I accidentally sent one by mistake. Shushu can just treat it as a little story—I found it very touching.”

Yun Shuning picked up her phone and replied with a blank expression:

“Thank you, Mr. Su. Good night.”

It was only 8 PM.