When Shen Youyou finally came back to her senses, she had already been dragged far away from the riverbank, onto a dirt road.
Mo Yan scolded her angrily, his face full of worry:
“Shen Youyou, what were you doing?! Don’t you know the river is dangerous? If Tuantuan hadn’t gone to get me in time, you would’ve fallen in and drowned! Do you know that?”
After saying this, he looked at Shen Youyou’s vacant, foolish expression and suddenly remembered—she probably didn’t even understand what he was saying.
Feeling a bit deflated, he muttered to himself,
“Forget it. You wouldn’t understand anyway. Why am I even angry?”
At this moment, Shen Youyou herself was completely stunned.
She still hadn’t figured out what that strange voice in her head meant, and now she had been dragged ashore by someone.
Looking at the one adult and two children beside her—living, breathing people—her heart filled with uncontrollable excitement.
“My god… these are people! Real people! Not zombies! They can talk, cry, get angry! I’ve finally met my own kind again—woohoo…”
Overwhelmed, Shen Youyou’s eyes filled with tears. Sobbling, she reached out and touched this little child, then pinched the other one.
She even reached up and gave the young man—who looked only seventeen or eighteen—a pinch on the cheek.
The texture was amazing—soft and bouncy!
Caught completely off guard by this sudden “attack,” Mo Yan quickly stepped back after she succeeded, utterly shocked.
She… what was wrong with her today? Why was she acting so strangely?
Watching her cry one moment and laugh the next, Mo Yan felt deeply unsettled.
He pulled the two children closer and kept a safe distance from her.
Confusion filled his mind.
What was going on with the Shen family’s foolish girl today?
Could it be that she was starving?
Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Aunt Shen come up the mountain to bring her food these past couple of days.
Thinking this, Mo Yan crouched down and said to the little child beside him,
“Tuantuan, go bring the chicken leg we had left over from lunch.”
Although Tuantuan was reluctant to give up the chicken leg to this foolish older sister, she really did look pitiful—more pitiful than they were.
So he nodded and ran quickly back to their thatched hut.
A short while later, Tuantuan came back holding a chicken leg.
Handing it to his uncle, Mo Yan took it and cautiously offered it to Shen Youyou.
“Are you hungry? You can eat this. Consider it a thank-you gift for how Aunt Shen has taken care of us during this time.”
Seeing him hold out a chicken leg and ask if she was hungry, Shen Youyou finally believed it—
She really had transmigrated.
She had come to a place without zombies. Judging by their clothes, it seemed like ancient times?
Calming herself down, she quickly said,
“Oh, no need. I’m not hungry. Thank you for your kindness.”
The moment she said this, the young man’s expression turned even more astonished.
“You… you’re not foolish anymore?”
Mo Yan was genuinely shocked.
He had been here for over a month, and the thing he heard about most was the Shen family’s foolish daughter from Shen Village.
During his time living on the mountain, he had also learned a bit about her.
It wasn’t that she was truly foolish—her mind was simply underdeveloped. Though she looked fifteen or sixteen, her mental capacity was about the same as Tuantuan and Yuanyuan.
That was why he found her calm, coherent speech just now so surprising.
At this moment, Shen Youyou’s head felt like a pot of boiling porridge. Hearing his question, she immediately felt guilty and blurted out an excuse:
“I—I don’t remember. Sorry, I’m going home now.”
Taking the opportunity, she hurried back to her own thatched hut.
Leaving behind one adult and two children standing there in shock.
Yuanyuan blinked her big eyes and asked curiously,
“Did Sister Youyou get better? Then… can she still play with Yuanyuan in the future?”
Mo Yan shook his head—he didn’t know either.
He took the two children by the hand and led them home.
Back in her rundown thatched hut, Shen Youyou was still brimming with excitement.
She had left the apocalypse?
She had become a normal person again?
From what that young man said, her name was still Shen Youyou—only, she used to be a fool?
Well, that was actually perfect.
That way, no one would suspect her strange behavior. At worst, they’d just say the foolish girl suddenly got better.
She just didn’t know who that young man and the two children were—or why they, like her, lived up on this mountain.
And did she have no family?
Who was this “Aunt Shen” he mentioned?
What relationship did she have with her?
There were so many questions, and the future was uncertain—but Shen Youyou was still incredibly happy.
She could finally live normally again.
This was something she had longed for for so long, and now it had finally come true.
She cherished this second chance at life deeply.
After overthinking for a long time, she began to feel hungry.
Looking around her thatched hut, she realized there was nothing at all inside.
…Then how did this Shen Youyou usually eat?
Stepping outside, she found a makeshift shed nearby with a simple pot and a chipped bowl.
Good heavens—this didn’t look like a place that could cook at all.
After sitting in her hut feeling miserable for a long time, Shen Youyou finally accepted reality.
Although she had left the apocalypse, her current situation was even worse than before.
Back then, at least she had her small magical kitchen to ensure food and drink. Now, she had nothing.
This world’s Shen Youyou was completely broke.
As the sky gradually darkened, Shen Youyou had no choice but to seek help from her only neighbor—the young man she met during the day.
She knocked on the drafty wooden door. Soon, a voice came from inside:
“Coming.”
When the door opened and Mo Yan saw it was Shen Youyou, he still couldn’t figure out her situation, so he cautiously asked,
“Shen Youyou? Why are you here?”
“My memory is a bit confused. I’ve forgotten many things. I saw that you’re the only family around here, so I wanted to ask you about some things.”
She felt a little embarrassed—she had clearly come at the wrong time.
She could smell the rich aroma of chicken soup coming from inside.
They were eating dinner.
She was just about to say she could come back later—
But the young man stepped aside and said,
“It’s dark outside. Come in and talk.”
Just like that, Shen Youyou was invited into his home.
It was also a thatched hut, but much larger than hers, with more complete furnishings. Though everything was old and worn, it was clear that the young man was trying hard to live well.
Unlike her place, which looked like a temporary shelter at first glance.
The two adorable children from earlier were eating, each holding a chicken leg and gnawing happily.
When Yuanyuan saw Shen Youyou, she said cheerfully,
“Sister Youyou is here! An’an will share his meat with you!”
Before Shen Youyou could respond, Mo Yan stopped her.
“Eat properly. Uncle will get another bowl for Sister Youyou.”