Leng Yuan extinguished the kerosene lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness.
A moment later, the sound of Leng Yuan’s steady breathing could be heard.
Gu Jiaojiao let out a sigh of relief, but she couldn’t sleep.
This secret had been weighing on her heart. She didn’t know how to bring it up, and because of it, there had always been a barrier between them.
She thought back on all the little moments they had shared since she’d transmigrated here.
She remembered how she was terrible at farm work, and how Leng Yuan would come help her after finishing his own tasks.
She remembered the time she got lost in the mountains, and how he’d gone looking for her, saving her from a wild boar.
And the time he took her into the mountains to gather Polygonum multiflorum, scaling a dangerous cliff without a second thought.
Every single thing this man did had left a deep impression on Gu Jiaojiao’s heart.
She let out a sigh. Staring at the pitch-black ceiling, she suddenly spoke.
"Do you know what it means to transmigrate into a book?"
She knew Leng Yuan wasn’t asleep. He had only been pretending, just to help her relax.
Leng Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Gu Jiaojiao’s face.
Gu Jiaojiao then told Leng Yuan everything. It was only then that Leng Yuan learned the world he lived in was actually a novel, and he was merely a supporting character.
And the protagonists, of all people, were Yun Hao and Xu Wenwan.
None of that mattered. The crucial part was that he and Gu Jiaojiao supposedly had no romantic plotline.
What the hell?
’How could I possibly not like my wife? That’s clearly complete nonsense.’
Leng Yuan pulled her into his embrace, his tone serious.
"I could never dislike you. That book is just nonsense."
Take Yun Hao and Xu Wenwan’s romance, for example. In the book, it was supposedly so smooth and perfect, but look at reality!
Even now, the main topic of gossip in the Qingshan Team was still the fiasco of Xu Wenwan and Yun Hao’s wedding.
Gu Jiaojiao felt him holding her tightly, with a force that suggested he was terrified of losing her.
A laugh escaped Gu Jiaojiao.
"The ’me’ from before wasn’t real. That was a version based on my cousin after she went down a dark path. The one here now is the real me."
Leng Yuan disagreed. "Whether it’s the ’you’ in the book or the you right now, it’s still you. The character was modeled after you by your cousin, so how could it not be you? As long as it’s you, I could never dislike you."
Gu Jiaojiao was at a loss for words.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to argue.
’But she was easy-going. In any case, she was the one here now.’
That night, Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan shared a strange dream. In it, they saw a peculiar man dressed in a silver robe. He had a silver hairpin in his hair, and even his eyes were the color of silver.
He called himself the Main God.
Leng Yuan fell silent.
Earlier that evening, his wife had explained what a "Main God" was—the leader of all the various "systems."
’Am I just dreaming about this because I was thinking about it earlier?’
Just as Leng Yuan was pondering this, Gu Jiaojiao walked over. She froze for a second upon seeing him, then moved to his side.
"Where are we? Is this a dream?"
’We’re meeting in a dream?’
Leng Yuan was just as confused. Together, they both turned to look at the Main God.
The Main God cleared his throat and explained, "I was the one who brought you here."
"Here’s the situation. I have many ’systems’ under my command that are responsible for repairing novel worlds. One of them, 007, escaped without my notice and hid inside a book’s world. I’ve been searching for a long time and have finally traced it here."
"The world’s rules are already deviating from their original course, so I can’t intervene rashly. If the system were to self-destruct, this small world might be destroyed. That’s why I need your help."
In just a few sentences, the Main God had explained the entire situation.
Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan understood.
’So, basically, the Main God failed to keep an eye on his system, and it escaped. Now he’s afraid it might take this world down with it, so he needs their help.’