It was as if her body had been reset when she awoke from that nightmare.
She couldn’t tell if she had come from the future, if she had simply gained a set of vivid memories, or if she wasn’t even the person she thought she was.
Chi Yun’er didn’t dwell on it for long. ’Just being alive is a great blessing, so why get hung up on the details? Besides, these extra memories and this healthy body are basically my Golden Finger for this new life!’
How could Chi Yun’er not know what they wanted to talk to her about?
People are creatures who bully the weak and fear the strong. In her past life, she had shown fierce resistance, so no one had ever dared to bring this up.
Of course, Jiang Zishi was the one behind all of this.
This time, he had been the first to notice the softening of Chi Yun’er’s attitude, so he took a huge step forward, using the group to force her to back down.
If this move succeeded, Chi Yun’er would have no choice but to retreat step by step from now on.
Chi Yun’er reluctantly put out the lamp, closed her door and windows, and came out. One of the male educated youths had already given up his seat for her.
She offered a faint "Thank you," and as soon as she sat down, a sly glint flashed in her eyes and she began to cough.
’She was a natural at this. Forget just coughing; she could fool an expert by playing mad, let alone a bunch of amateurs.’
Chi Yun’er’s coughing sounded like she was hacking her lungs out, as if she were terminally ill and about to stop breathing at any second. Just listening to it was enough to make everyone’s throats start to feel itchy!
They couldn’t help but mutter to themselves, wondering if this illness was contagious. It was simply terrifying.
Even if it wasn’t contagious, who could stand living in the same house with all that noise? And they’d heard that people with coughs got even worse at night!
Those who had been ready to back up Jiang Zishi just moments ago, especially the female educated youths who might be assigned to live with Chi Yun’er, now looked grim.
It didn’t last long, maybe half a minute. Chi Yun’er, her face flushed and her eyes glistening with tears, finally caught her breath after a long moment and looked weakly at Jiang Zishi.
"Zishu, what did you want to talk about?"
Jiang Zishi stared at her intently. The young woman’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and her moist eyes were listless with a sickly languor, yet she forced herself to perk up when she saw him looking.

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