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System: "Turned to ash, remember? You were hit head-on by falling celestial fire. In that battered world of yours, you'd already become ashes."

"If the mission fails, you'll have to go back and keep being ash."

Xiang Changge: "..."

How was that any different from directly cremating her?

Still, she had already died quite thoroughly. At worst, she would return to dust and earth once more.

"...What do I need to do?"

Without further hesitation, Xiang Changge made her decision.

It was just a mission. She would do it. She refused to believe any mission could be harder than fighting her way out of a horde of zombies.

Sensing that Xiang Changge was inclined to agree, the system stopped wasting words.

In the novel <99 Heartbreaking Romances, the Tyrannical CEO's Hidden Exclusive Love>, Yu Qing, the male lead's early-deceased fiancée, came from immense wealth. Money was the most useless thing in the world to her, yet she had never known what happiness was. Melancholy was her natural talent.

After learning that the male lead had only been kind to her out of guilt and responsibility for the marriage contract arranged by their elders, Yu Qing chose to withdraw on her own initiative, fulfilling the beautiful love between the tyrannical CEO male lead and his passionate innocent heroine.

But because she had no attachment to this world, she chose suicide. Her death not only made readers pity her, but also indirectly gave the author an excuse to keep having the male and female leads act out their agonizing romance.

The system quickly summarized, "Save the early-deceased supporting female character, Yu Qing. Help her regain confidence in life and live happily."

Letting Yu Qing, the supporting female character, live well was the wish of readers who loved her character, as well as the hope of shippers who did not want to watch the male and female leads keep tormenting each other.

Closer, closer. It would be her turn soon.

Watching the flight attendant push the cart nearer and nearer, Xiang Changge thought of the delicious food she had not tasted in five years. She licked her lips and suppressed her restless urge to eat.

But after hearing the system out, Xiang Changge doubted her ears.

She had thought the system's mission would be difficult. But now that she heard it: "That's it?" Just this one thing?

"..."

That's it?

What did she mean?

If the Plot Rewriting System had a physical form, its eyes would have gone wide. "...You think this is easy?"

It was here, it was here. She was next.

Though she listened to the system in her mind, most of Xiang Changge's attention was on the flight attendant handing out snacks.

The flight attendant was currently giving snacks to the person in front of Xiang Changge, while Xiang Changge stared intensely at the meal cart in the aisle, now close enough for her to reach out and touch.

Food. So much food. Normal, delicious food.

Xiang Changge smacked her lips, which still seemed to retain the taste of dried earthworms, and absentmindedly replied to the system in her mind, "What else would it be?"

The system fell strangely silent. "..."

So she was not a reserved, cautious host, but a confident one? Interesting.

Author's Note:

Changge: [Throws flowers] [Throws flowers]

A-Tong: [Question marks] [Question marks]

Monthly Salary: Eight Hundred Thousand After Tax

"Hello, passenger. Would you like something to drink?"

The flight attendant in a red-and-white uniform smiled sweetly as she asked Xiang Changge, placing a standard snack pack on the tray table in front of her.

Xiang Changge's gaze seemed glued to the meal cart, impossible to pull away. She only used the corner of her eye to make sure her snack had arrived.

Hearing the flight attendant's question, she answered without hesitation, "All of them."

Flight attendant: "?"

Despite having seen all kinds of passengers, the flight attendant froze for a moment, wondering if she had heard correctly.

But her professional training quickly brought her back to herself. "We have orange juice, cola, coffee, and water. Would you like one of each?"

Xiang Changge nodded. Her gaze swept over the tray table in front of her before returning to the cart. Pointing at the snacks, she asked, "Can I have a few more of these?"

Perhaps because she had not spoken in a long time, Xiang Changge's voice was a little hoarse, making the flight attendant unable to resist looking at her a few more times.

As if sensing her gaze, Xiang Changge suddenly looked up and met the flight attendant's eyes.

Earlier, when she had just pushed out the cart to distribute snacks, the flight attendant had felt an intensely aggressive gaze fixed on her.

She had taken a moment to scan the surrounding area, but found nothing unusual and continued with her work.

But now, meeting Xiang Changge's calm, unruffled gray-brown eyes, she suddenly had an answer.

So it had been her watching me just now?

What kind of eyes were those—

For a moment, the flight attendant could not think of a suitable adjective. She only knew that the instant their eyes met, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

It was the instinctive reaction of a person facing danger, subconsciously holding their breath.

"I, uh, this..."

The flustered flight attendant lowered her head, her mind blank for several seconds before she came back to herself.

Bloodshed. Killing. A wariness that made her feel as though one wrong move would have the other person snapping her neck... Just one glance had sent a chill down her spine and raised goosebumps all over her body.

Could this person be some overseas assassin who had washed her hands of the business and was preparing to return home?

The flight attendant's thoughts ran wild, but her body honestly kept moving. As she took out paper cups and poured drinks for Xiang Changge, she replied as she had countless times before, "Sorry, passenger. The snacks are limited. If there are any left after I finish handing them out, I'll bring you more."

"...Okay, thank you?"

Xiang Changge replied somewhat awkwardly.

The flight attendant stiffly went on to serve the next passenger. Xiang Changge looked at the tray table now covered in food and slowly pulled her lips into a contented smile.

The Plot Rewriting System, which had witnessed everything: "..."

Why did its host's smile give Tongtong the feeling of a great villain who had plotted for years and had finally seen the fruits of her scheme?

How strange. Was she really a proper host?

Xiang Changge had no idea what the system was thinking, nor could she be bothered to know.

She first picked up a cup of water. Looking at the clear, odorless drinking water inside the pristine white paper cup, she carefully brought it to her lips with almost reverent devotion and took a small sip.

The slightly cool water, which seemed to carry a faint sweetness, moistened Xiang Changge's lips and tongue before slowly sliding down her throat.

At that moment, Xiang Changge knew with absolute clarity that she was alive.

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"Burp~"

After eating two snack packs, drinking five cups of water, two cups of orange juice, two cups of cola, and finishing five airplane meals, Xiang Changge held her stomach and leaned back contentedly in her seat, closing her eyes at leisure.

What she thought was that this body was truly useless. It could not eat anymore after so little.

Perhaps because it was an international flight, the meal had been beef tenderloin pasta. Other passengers might have found it mediocre, but Xiang Changge only found it so delicious that, if she could, she wanted to pack dozens more to carry with her.

There was no other reason. Anyone who had endured hunger and cold for years in the apocalypse, and who could only rely on easily cultivated earthworms as daily food in the end, would have the same thought after eating something like this.

At the thought that she could live such a wonderful life every day from now on, Xiang Changge could not suppress the joy rising from the depths of her heart.

Sensing Xiang Changge's emotions, the Plot Rewriting System said pityingly, "Host, this is only ordinary airplane food. Once you get to the supporting female character's side, you could eat state banquet cuisine every day."

Xiang Changge: "..."

Almost as soon as the system finished speaking, descriptions from the novel she had read surfaced automatically in Xiang Changge's mind—descriptions of the Yu Family's extravagant lifestyle and the lavish dishes served at Yu Qing's meals.

The seat beside her had remained empty the whole time. Perhaps its occupant had missed the flight. Sitting alone in this corner, Xiang Changge felt quiet and at ease.

Leaning back in her airplane seat, Xiang Changge tilted her head slightly and stared at the cabin ceiling. Unable to help herself, she slowly revealed a joyful smile full of longing.

At that moment, behind the curtain in front of seats not far away, the flight attendant who had handed out meals was pulling another flight attendant over. They were peeking in this direction through a narrow gap in the curtain.

"Look, look, it's that passenger. I feel like she's really strange. I don't know if it's just me..."

"Which one? What kind of strange..."

The two of them suddenly fell silent.

When they looked over, they happened to see Xiang Changge staring at the cabin ceiling with a stiff smile full of eerie delight.

In an instant, scenes from movies about hijackings, homicidal maniacs, and the like raced through both their minds like a roller coaster.

"Should we call the police?"

The flight attendant who had been dragged over asked in a trembling voice.

The one who had handed out the meals gripped the other's arm tightly, trying to get an answer that confirmed her own thoughts. "You think she's strange too, right?"

The other woman was quite pretty, with thick brows and large eyes, possessing a wild beauty brimming with vitality. But the chilling aura around her was simply too overwhelming.

It was so overwhelming that it completely obscured her appearance. When people saw her, they could not focus on her face at all. Like small animals sensing danger, they only wanted to flee.

Xiang Changge had actually noticed the two flight attendants watching her long ago, but she did not care. They were still some distance away, and they did not seem particularly dangerous. There was nothing to fear.