After that, until everyone went back to their rooms, the atmosphere around Becky remained gloomy. Clearly, this lively-looking mercenary girl was not as clueless as Lily. She loved to play, make mischief, and study all the strange and unusual things on Earth, but she still thought about her own homeland. No matter how fresh and interesting Earth was, to her it was only a place to visit—a resort was never the same as one's own little home.
Most normal transmigrators probably felt this way. In the end, the novelty and excitement of another world could only last for a while. Once the enthusiasm faded, they would start missing home. Becky was at least a little luckier than ordinary transmigrators: it wasn't that she could never go home, only that her trips home would be strictly limited from now on.
Now Hao Ren only hoped Becky could come to terms with that. Once she did, there really wouldn't be anything left for her to worry about regarding her current situation.
The next morning, Hao Ren was woken up as usual by Roll smacking him with its tail. As soon as he opened his eyes after getting out of bed, he saw the black-and-white idiot cat's furry round face poking right in front of him. He sighed inwardly, thinking that the only one in the house still capable of maintaining a peaceful daily routine was probably this fool. After changing clothes, he went to prepare cat food for Roll and checked that Doudou was still sleeping obediently in the pot. Only then did he enter the living room, where, just as expected, he saw Becky sitting in front of the coffee table in a daze. The television was on, but her eyes were not focused on the program at all.
Becky was