Even after trying for three days without finding a way back, even after discovering that this world followed its rules like a programmed simulation, Xie Mi was never pessimistic.
She had no need to be afraid, because she was free.
In this world of shackles, she was a free existence beyond the plot's control.
She could freely control her body and consciousness, instead of living like a walking corpse controlled by the plot as she had before.
With her as one variable, there could still be a second, and a third.
Nothing stayed the same forever.
Clatter-
Everything in Mu Yihe's hands fell to the floor. His mouth hung open as he stared, dumbstruck, at the roguish Xie Mi before him.
Where was any trace of that gentle campus belle?
"Xie Mi, I never imagined you'd been traumatized this badly. Since this happened because of me, I won't give up on you..."
Xie Mi laughed in exasperation and raised both hands to stop him.
"Go home. Just go home, okay? Coming here every day to make yourself feel important-aren't you something. You say I'm traumatized, huh? Then let me show you what someone who's really traumatized looks like."
As soon as she finished, she grabbed a plate of braised lion's head meatballs off the table and hurled it smack into Mu Yihe's face.
Xie Mi's parents let out piercing shrieks and rushed forward to stop her.
But Xie Mi was as hard to hold down as a pig being slaughtered for New Year. She kicked an obstructing chair aside, bounded toward Mu Yihe, and threw an uppercut.
"Aah-!"
Mu Yihe's upper and lower teeth struck together with a crisp click.
Then came a left hook!
"Pfft-!"
A front tooth shot out of Mu Yihe's mouth.
Finally, a right hook!
"Urgh-!"