Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

"Chaochao, what are you daydreaming about? You're even spacing out while taking pictures. Did you get up too early and not get enough sleep?"

A familiar female voice drifted on the wind.

Then came even more noise.

Shen Mingchao snapped out of his daze when someone gently patted his arm. He subconsciously looked up and met a pair of crystal-clear eyes.

Her pupils instantly contracted, unable to believe what she was seeing.

The person in front of her was clearly startled by her gaze, and their expression became tense.

"What's wrong? Is it low blood sugar? Why don't we take the shuttle bus down the mountain? We've been looking at it long enough."

As he spoke, the person in front of him turned around.

But just as he turned around, Shen Mingchao suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the other person's forearm.

My palm touched something soft and warm.

Clear and vivid.

She finally spoke tentatively: "Mingyue?"

"Um?"

Shen Mingyue was extremely puzzled.

The two of them were excitedly taking photos, but as soon as the camera panned, Shen Mingchao's smile vanished, leaving him looking dazed and confused.

Their current actions are even more unusual.

The tone was as if she were confirming whether she was Shen Mingyue.

Oh no, could it be severe hypoglycemia?

Shen Mingyue made a quick decision, grabbed Shen Mingchao's wrist, and led him through the crowded streets to leave.

Once on the shuttle bus, Shen Mingyue quickly handed her a bottle of water. "Have some water first. How are you feeling? Still not feeling well?"

Shen Mingchao took a sip and shook his head.

"Wait a minute." With that, Shen Mingyue started rummaging through her handbag again, but after searching for a while, she found nothing. She wondered, "Wait a minute, I remember I brought candy."

Shen Mingchao was about to say: "No need to trouble yourself, she doesn't have low blood sugar."

Before he could even speak, a piece of candy was handed to him.

"Are you experiencing low blood sugar? If you don't mind, I have some sugar."

An unfamiliar female voice came from the back seat of the shuttle bus.

Shen Mingchao turned around and saw a familiar outfit at first glance—a black windbreaker and a pink suit.

I was a little dazed.

But she quickly realized they were cosplayers.

And it's not just them.

Looking around, she could always spot a few familiar "people" among the tourists.

The young man in the green jacket; the chubby man in the brown coat; the young man in the blue hoodie carrying a knife...

Shen Mingchao smiled helplessly.

You really can't blame her for initially mistaking Zhang Qiyu for a cosplayer.

After all, at times like this, Changbai Mountain is practically a huge gathering for rice fans and cosplayers.

Who knew she'd run into something real?

At this moment, Shen Mingyue finally found the candy in her pocket. After thanking the passerby, she put the candy into Shen Mingchao's hand.

"Fruit flavored."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao's gaze shifted from Shen Mingyue's concerned face to the candy lying quietly in his palm.

She felt a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Is it real, or a dream?

It doesn't matter anymore.

At least this time, she came down from the mountaintop safely.

But if it's a dream, how long will it last?

Shen Mingchao didn't know, and didn't want to know.

Having finally achieved her dream, she just wanted to live one day at a time, and it wouldn't hurt to indulge in the dream.

After returning to Yanbian from Changbai Mountain Scenic Area, they followed their pre-arranged itinerary to take photos in Korean ethnic costumes and also ate local specialties such as barbecue and cold noodles.

After playing for several days, Shen Mingchao completely forgot about the transmigration into the book.

After their trip, they boarded their return flight.

My aunt and uncle were both at home.

Upon seeing them enter, Auntie excitedly pulled them to sit on the sofa, asking how their trip was, saying they had all lost weight, and that she had recently discovered a new beauty salon nearby with excellent techniques, suggesting they try it out when they had free time.

On the table was a meal prepared by my uncle, a whole table full of steaming food that smelled incredibly delicious. My uncle himself poked his head out of the kitchen and told them that one dish wasn't ready yet and they should wait a little longer.

The familiar smell of fireworks wafts over.

Seeing this scene, Shen Mingchao held back for a long time, but still couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Oh dear~ Xiao Chaochao, what's wrong?" Auntie noticed something was wrong at a glance and handed her some tissues.

"It's nothing." Shen Mingchao lowered his head and unconsciously added, "Uncle must have made spicy food again."

Upon hearing this, Aunt didn't speak, but exchanged a glance with Shen Mingyue, who chuckled inwardly and mouthed: "Missing home, getting shy, huh?"

At the same time, the kitchen door opened, and my uncle came out carrying a plate of dishes: "The last dish, boiled shrimp, is ready. Come on, everyone, come and eat."

The moment the words "boiled shrimp" were uttered, Shen Mingchao's lie was exposed.

Neither Aunt nor Shen Mingyue exposed the truth. Instead, they took Shen Mingchao's arm and walked together toward the dining table.

"While you were away, your uncle's cooking skills have improved a lot. He keeps saying he wants to show off his skills to you, and he keeps asking when you'll come back. Oh, it's so annoying!" Auntie said with a hint of reproach.

"Really?" Shen Mingyue smiled. "Then I'll have to take a good look at it."

Shen Mingchao didn't speak, but sniffed the air.

Yes, it smells really good.

It tastes like home.

However, there was still one thing weighing on Shen Mingchao's mind.

During the meal, she casually mentioned, "Auntie, where's San San? I didn't see it when we got back."

"It~"

Auntie gestured with her chin towards the second floor: "While you've been on vacation, this little guy has practically made your room his own nest. All he does is eat and sleep, he's gotten so fat he looks like a little pig. He's probably sleeping soundly in your room right now."

Shen Mingyue suppressed a laugh and replied, "Mom, kind words create good relationships, harsh words hurt a cat's heart, and the best thing about cats is being able to eat."

Just then, a cat meowed from the second floor.

Little pig... The kitten finally woke up and ran down from the second floor to greet its returning owners.

Shen Mingyue reacted quickly, putting down her chopsticks and running over to cover the calico cat's crunchy snack:

"San San, don't listen! It's a bad review!"

Shen Mingchao was a little stunned. As San San circled around her legs, she bent down and patted San San's head.

In Qi Qiu's previous dream, San San was not there, so she knew that everything was unreal and was a dream.

And now, there are three people in this family.

Could it be that her transmigrating into the book was a dream? But those things felt too real.

Shen Mingchao was completely dumbfounded.

But life gradually returned to normal.

Everything unfolded as if she had never transmigrated into the book.

I received my admission notice as scheduled and began preparing for the start of the semester in earnest.

She would occasionally drift off into a daze.

For example, in this familiar home, she would occasionally recall the scenes of her life with them; and the familiar community garden would also remind her of things from time to time.

Staring blankly too often will eventually make people think something is wrong.

Especially close family members.