Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

See her?

Shen Mingchao paused slightly, but did not turn around to look at the person behind him. He just sneered softly.

"So what?"

She knew Liu Sang could hear her.

Even if I really came here just to see her, so what?

You can't see into someone's heart. That sounds nice, but who knows what secret thoughts are hidden inside?

They were just a group of tomb raiders who had seen it all, so how could they be considered good people?

She is now willing to assume the worst about these people; she should have done so long ago.

Emerging from the alley, the fireworks on the street corner had just burned out their last embers, and pale blue smoke still drifted slowly.

A child tugged at an adult's sleeve, pleading in a soft, childlike voice, "The fireworks are so pretty! Can we have another one? Can we have another one?"

The adult reached out and ruffled the child's hair, told the child to cover their ears, and then lit the fuse with a lighter.

Shen Mingchao stood there, staring intently at the lively scene, gradually becoming lost in thought.

Amidst a sea of ​​lights, home is nowhere to be found.

It's okay.

She whispered to herself, "If I don't have a home, then I'll create one myself."

She needed a quiet place to sort out these chaotic things, calm her turbulent emotions, and find a place to rest.

She had already decided where to go.

Shen Mingchao immediately booked a plane ticket, sent San San and her suitcase to the baggage check-in counter, and then sat in the waiting area, swiping her fingertips across her phone screen, clearing it cleanly and efficiently, one by one.

Just as her fingertip touched Huo Xiuxiu, new messages kept popping up on the chat interface, and the concern between the lines was overwhelming, causing her finger to pause.

Huo Xiuxiu was her first real female friend since she came into this world. Although she was older than her and the head of the Huo family, she never put on airs in front of her. There was no generation gap between them, and she would occasionally give her dresses and accessories.

Another person who made her hesitate was the fat man; she genuinely loved his cooking, he was her true benefactor. Oh well, she'd stay for now.

Besides these two, the last person to survive was Li Chu, also because of those memories and his mother.

The plane took off with a roar. Shen Mingchao leaned against the window, looking at the ground getting farther and farther away, and suddenly felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away.

tired.

The exhaustion seeped into my very bones.

She gently closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and rested, letting the plane carry her away into the distance.

The destination refers to her hometown.

A few months ago, she went there once and unexpectedly found San San. Later, when she had some money, she bought the house that hadn't been sold and even made a one-to-one replica of her real home in the original world, just like she remembered it.

I originally intended it as a keepsake, but I never expected it to come in handy now.

This is a home that belongs entirely to her.

There was no one else around, only herself.

As Shen Mingchao stepped out of the airport after getting off the plane, seeing the familiar scenery and smelling the familiar scents of his hometown, his restless heart suddenly calmed down.

"Meow meow meow~"

San San's meows came from the cat carrier, pulling Shen Mingchao back from her reverie. She glanced down at her phone; the taxi was still a few hundred meters away. She patted the cat carrier reassuringly, "Just a little longer, we'll be home soon."

On the way, she was worried that San San would not adapt well to the new environment, but as it turned out, her worries were completely unnecessary.

After emerging from the cat carrier, San San strolled around the house like a cat king surveying his territory, before finally walking slowly to her feet, rubbing against her and purring.

She guessed that he was probably very satisfied with the house.

Shen Mingchao squatted down, stroked San San's fluffy head, and smiled slightly, revealing the first smile since leaving Yucun.

Fortunately, San San was there to keep her company.

The first thing to do after moving into the new home was, of course, a big shopping spree. Shen Mingchao went to a large supermarket that was open nearby and picked and chose everything from fruits and vegetables and snacks to daily necessities.

As she passed the beverage section, the bottles and jars on the shelves caught her eye. She paused for a moment, then subconsciously picked up a few and put them in the corner of the cart.

Back home, Shen Mingchao couldn't stay idle either. He was busy unpacking, arranging items, and wiping furniture.

After finally finishing cleaning up, she turned around and plunged into the kitchen, immediately starting to make desserts.

She couldn't explain why, but she suddenly wanted to eat something sweet.

People often say that when doing what you truly love, you are most able to reach a state of complete focus.

"Snap!"

This is the third egg that got cracked.

Looking at the mess in his palm, Shen Mingchao sighed. The downside of having increased strength in a short time is that it makes it difficult to control the force used.

She took a tissue to wipe her hands clean, and expressionlessly picked up a new egg.

The setting sun outside the window gradually faded from orange-red to light pink, finally sinking behind the western mountains, spreading out a twilight. Shen Mingchao had spent the afternoon in the kitchen, and the dessert was finally coming to an end.

For the first time ever, she did a lot.

Durian mille-feuille, mochi, chocolate bread, fruit salad... covered half the coffee table.

But something unexpected happened.

The durian mille-feuille had bits of packaging mixed in with the cream, the mochi filling was salty, and the chocolate bread was overbaked, with a crust so hard it was hard to chew. Only the fruit salad, which required little skill, was the only survivor.

To fail so miserably in one's own area of ​​expertise.

Shen Mingchao suddenly burst out laughing. As he laughed, his nose suddenly stung, his eyes uncontrollably burned, and his vision gradually blurred.

I'm so annoying.

Why does a variety show have to be so funny?

She laughed until tears streamed down her face.

She had originally thought the room was too quiet, so she turned on the TV and put on her favorite variety show, deliberately turning the volume up so that the laughter and chatter could fill the void in her heart.

After leaving Yucun, Shen Mingchao found that her mind was out of control, and past memories surged up like a tide, replaying in her mind again and again.

Then she couldn't help but wonder, were they all fake? Were they all just for show?

Ugh.

This is really bad.

Shen Mingchao rubbed her temples, feeling for the first time how glaring the light was, even though she had deliberately adjusted it to a warm light.

My mind is a complete mess, a jumble of thoughts that I can't untangle or cut through.

She finally gave in, got up, walked a few steps to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the wine she had bought from the supermarket during the day, and pulled the tab with her fingertips, making a "click".

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the room.

She has a very low alcohol tolerance.

She also doesn't like the taste of alcohol.

But at that moment, she still took it as if possessed.

Drink today, for tomorrow we may die.

pretty good.

After finishing the drink, I should be able to force a shutdown, right? Then I won't have to think about any more random things and can get a good night's sleep.

As the alcohol clouded her vision, a phrase suddenly popped into Shen Mingchao's mind—a phrase she had once read.

[I cross the vast ocean by myself even though I have no boat; fortunately, the mountains are not lonely because of me.]

I still have myself.

I am not alone.