At An Jin's words, pinpricks of light gradually gathered in Xie Mi's previously placid eyes, finally coalescing into a tiny flame called hope.
Something had changed.
Though it was only the faintest sign, a second variable had appeared.
After finishing her conversation with An Jin, Xie Mi ran home, switched on her computer, and tapped away at the keyboard, recalling what she had read in the book Xu Shuangrong had given her.
Then she found a whiteboard and recalled every plot point Mu Yihe would encounter next.
She wrote down the time, place, characters, and events, one by one.
Finally, she took out her phone, snapped a photo, and saved it.
"Very good."
Looking at the fruits of her labor, Xie Mi nodded in satisfaction. "Next comes a vicious battle."
As for this vicious battle, the vicious one was, of course, Xie Mi herself.
Based on the various points in time she had recorded from memory, she began appearing frequently around Mu Yihe.
Whenever he was about to embark on a storyline, big or small, she would show up right on cue and sabotage it.
But the results were not that pronounced. Whenever she finished sabotaging the first plot point, the story would still unfold on schedule at the second.
Only after she sabotaged several plot points in succession would things budge ever so slightly.
But that tiny shift was enough.
It was worth mentioning that after every act of sabotage, the electric-shock punishment arrived right on schedule too.
She would still remain unconscious for a while before waking up, but with repeated shocks over time, her body had clearly developed a resistance.
As she spent less and less time unconscious, eventually, when she was shocked again, she could even calmly pat herself and say, "Oh my, that's a