Fa Ning had already left early that morning. When Yuan Yuanyuan heard the news, she wasn’t sure whether to sigh in relief… or disappointment. She picked up a small wooden comb from beside her and gave herself an elaborate hairstyle—then looked in the mirror and combed it back down. No good. That look didn’t match…

After seeing those passerby comments, Gao Ling thought to herself: Maybe this is gonna work… There weren’t many of them, and some were getting flamed, but—hey, it was just the first test run, and someone actually accepted the idea? She hesitated, then shut off her screen. Honestly, she wasn’t asking for much—she just wanted to…

“…Are we really gonna be okay doing this?” a girl beside Gao Ling asked nervously. “To be honest, it’s kind of a death wish…” Gao Ling stared at the banner in front of her, dark circles under her eyes. “But I can’t sleep if we don’t. Look at these bags under my eyes.” “Alright, alright.…

After hearing what Fa Ning said, Yuan Yuanyuan’s brain—which had been idle for quite some time—suddenly shifted into overdrive. On one hand, she was shocked Fa Ning would share such an important piece of information with her. On the other, she flipped through the comic again. Wait… the story’s already developed this far? All while…

What Fa Ning was thinking—no one really knew. But one thing was certain: he was doing his job seriously. With the Red-Dressed Woman out of commission, he stepped up and shouldered the responsibilities of the anti-war organization. Yuan Yuanyuan lay in her room like a corpse. No one bothered her anymore. Occasionally, a few little…

Let’s set aside the despair Gao Ling and the others felt when they realized they couldn’t post comments. On Yuan Yuanyuan’s side, ever since she was rescued, she had completely collapsed—flat out. This was easily the most intense experience she’d ever had in her life, a level of shock and pain that was almost indescribable.…

Outside, the carnage began anew. Yuan Yuanyuan could no longer stay out of it. Though she wasn’t deeply familiar with the war, she was gradually getting the hang of it after a few rounds. The incident between Yuan Yuanyuan and the Li family head from a while ago now felt like a fluke—neither of them…

Although the group chat had quieted down for now, even the group owner, Gao Ling, wasn’t in a great mood. She had slowly sunk into a kind of inescapable melancholy, unable to pull herself out of it. Truth be told, she was the most pessimistic of the bunch, but she still had to keep the…

[He got cheated on?][Seems like it.][Who got cheated on?] … That was a very good question. As for exactly who got cheated on—there was no need to think too hard about it for now. Either way, Gao Ling found the plot quite painful to watch. From beginning to end, from the very first words Yuan…

The smoke in the room suddenly thickened to its densest point, but that was also the last of it. By the time the head of the Li family looked again, the red-clothed woman was already gone. Yuan Yuanyuan dashed out the door, patting her chest repeatedly and finally letting out a breath. That last moment…