Before losing consciousness completely, Shen Suian still heard that cold electronic voice: “What do you know? This is exactly what readers love—redemption mixed with sweet romance. The male lead suffers through a painful childhood and emotional wounds, then meets a lively, cheerful female lead who heals his injured heart, and they fall into a sweet romance during the Apocalypse. Isn’t that appealing?”
Now Shen Suian finally understood.
If the situation allowed, she really wanted to retort: “What kind of appeal is that? Do I look appealing to you?”
She was furious!
What sweet romance?
Killing her off just for the sake of sweet romance?
Was she merely a stepping stone for the plot??
“Suisui.” A familiar, deep voice sounded in her ear, pulling her back from her muddled consciousness. “Get up and eat first, okay? You can sleep again after eating.”
Shen Suian opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was that handsome face and those tender, fox-like eyes.
Instantly, she remembered how, in the dream, those eyes had gazed with tenderness at another woman, and the pent-up anger she felt upon learning the truth.
Looking at Xie Yubai patiently and gently coaxing her, Shen Suian couldn’t help but slap him.
Xie Yubai raised his handsome face in confusion: “…”
He was stunned for a moment, then reacted by gently rubbing the girl’s soft, delicate hand, his voice tender and doting, full of affection: “Did it hurt?”
Hearing his familiar, concerned words, Shen Suian’s eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. Her eyes reddened, and she felt overwhelmingly wronged, her voice slightly choked with sobs: “You always bully me! Wuwu, I can’t take it anymore. I want a divorce! Divorce!”
Upon hearing this, Xie Yubai panicked instantly, his words stumbling: “Suisui, I went too far last night. You can hit me, scold me, or punish me however you want, but divorce is absolutely out of the question.”
No one knew that tricking Shen Suian into marrying him had been something he had schemed about for a long time.
Shen Suian hadn’t yet shaken off the emotions from the dream and let out a small, sulky huff, clearly unhappy.
Seeing this, Xie Yubai guessed: “Did you have a nightmare?”
“I dreamed you abandoned me and got together with another pretty girl.”
“Impossible!” Xie Yubai refuted without a moment’s hesitation, his brow furrowing and a flicker of darkness passing through his eyes. “I could never leave you, even if I died.”
Shen Suian immediately covered his mouth, uttering two “peh, peh” sounds: “Don’t say such unlucky things.”
Xie Yubai took her hand, kissed her fingers, and said, “Suisui, can you tell me about the dream you had?”
The dream was too bizarre, and Shen Suian hadn’t planned to hide it from him in the first place. Hearing his question, she nodded and recounted everything in detail.
As Xie Yubai listened, his expression grew increasingly grim. When the girl finished speaking, he suppressed all his emotions, a smile curling at the corners of his lips. He reached out and ruffled Shen Suian’s hair, voicing her worries: “Suisui, are you afraid that dream might come true?”
“You know, I rarely dream, but this dream felt too real, and—” Shen Suian paused for a second before continuing, “I have a bad feeling about it.”
Xie Yubai nodded: “Then we’ll prepare in advance.”
Whether it was real or not, he would never let anything happen to Shen Suian.
Having foreknowledge was indeed better than being caught off guard, and with Xie Yubai by her side, Shen Suian felt much more at ease.
The skin exposed to the air felt a slight chill. Shen Suian lowered her gaze, her ears tinged with red, and subtly pulled the blanket up to cover herself, changing the subject: “I’m hungry. What did you make?”
Her little movements naturally didn’t escape Xie Yubai’s notice. His eyes were filled with an unshakeable warmth, his voice gentle and soothing: “Pumpkin porridge, your favorite.”
Shen Suian’s gaze drifted, and she coughed awkwardly: “You go out first. I need to freshen up.”
She hadn’t put her clothes on yet.
Xie Yubai raised an eyebrow, his smile teasing: “Darling, last night, which part of you didn’t I see? Oh, wait—more accurately, which part didn’t I kiss? Still shy now?”
He drew out the last syllable, his tone irresistibly seductive and provocative.
Hearing his suggestive words, Shen Suian flushed with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, her fair skin turning a delicate pink. She scolded, “Xie Yubai!”
At her words, Xie Yubai instantly turned serious: “Just joking. I’ll leave right away.”
This wasn’t cowardice—it was knowing when to yield and when to stand firm.
**
After the meal, Shen Suian revisited the scenes from her dream, took out a piece of paper, and wrote down the important points.
【1. In a few days, she will be in a car accident.
Half a year after her death, the apocalypse will arrive.
This world seems to hide some secret?】
Thinking of something, she crossed out the last line and wrote beside it: 【This world may have a fixed script, and there could be other outsiders, as well as something like a System.】
A black pen spun deftly between her slender, pale fingers before she pinched the tip, tilting her hand slightly and tapping the pen against her chin.
“Suisui.”
Xie Yubai sat down beside her, glanced at the contents on the paper, and his breath hitched for a moment. Lowering his eyelids, his voice grew heavy: “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Shen Suian blinked, set down the pen, and separated her index and middle fingers to press against the corners of the man’s lips, coaxing them into a smile. “I’m just organizing my thoughts to make sure nothing goes wrong.”
“I know.”
He was just worried…
“Suisui,” he took her hand, his voice tinged with an imperceptible unease, a hint of vulnerability flickering between his brows. “Don’t leave me, okay?”