Reborn in 2006, I met Mr. Zhou from the past.

After school in the afternoon, Su Fengnan skillfully made her way into the internet cafe. Editor Song was very efficient; the compiled reader questions had already been sent to her email. Su Fengnan carefully wrote down each question in her notebook, the pen scratching softly on the paper.

To make her answer more insightful and persuasive, she made another trip to Xinhua Bookstore. Among the bookshelves, she skillfully located several psychology-related works. Quickly flipping through the table of contents and key chapters, the previously vague concepts rapidly came together in her mind. Dealing with readers' emotional entanglements requires more than just experience; it demands the support of these professional theories to be incisive and convincing.

After all, she had thoroughly studied those books in her previous life to prepare for that certification. Even though the specific theoretical details were somewhat vague after a lifetime, that intuition of "seeing through the phenomena to the essence" was already ingrained in her bones.

Back in the rented room, it was quiet. There was a sticky note on the desk, left by her younger sister, Su Fengxia: "Sister, I went to the arcade with my classmates. I have money, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Su Fengnan looked at the slightly messy handwriting and shook her head helplessly. This little girl, once freed from her oppressive environment, was like a little bird, eager to let herself fly free.

For dinner, Su Fengnan was too lazy to cook anything elaborate, so she simply boiled a bowl of clear soup noodles and that was it.

On a weekend evening, the students in the neighboring rooms had all gone home to reunite with their families, making the entire floor exceptionally quiet. This undisturbed tranquility suited Su Fengnan perfectly. She enjoyed being alone and savored this peace that belonged to her alone.

She took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from the drawer, and also the Buddhist scriptures she had brought back from the small temple in Kuriyama last week—the Ksitigarbha Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, and the Medicine Buddha Sutra. Ever since that nightmare, copying scriptures had become her nightly practice, and strangely enough, she hadn't had a nightmare since.

Tonight, she spread out the Ksitigarbha Sutra and began to copy it with utmost devotion, stroke by stroke. She is still very young and vulnerable, unable to protect her family from hardship; this is the only thing she can do: pray for her family far away.

The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of a pen scratching across paper. Time slipped by quietly, and it was already ten o'clock at night. Just as he finished copying a scroll of scripture, Su Fengxia pushed open the door and entered, carrying a bulging bag and returning excitedly.

"Sister! Look!" Su Fengxia poured the contents of the bag onto the bed like a treasure, and all sorts of plush toys instantly piled up into a small mountain.

"Who gave you all this? There are so many." Su Fengnan was somewhat surprised.

Like a happy little sparrow, Su Fengxia chirped and told the whole story of the evening: "Sister, don't misunderstand, these weren't given to us by anyone, we won them playing the claw machine! You don't know, Tao Bo and his friends are amazing, they're practically claw machine masters. If the boss runs into people like them a few more times, he'll probably lose money."

"Fine, no misunderstanding," Su Fengnan said, feigning seriousness, and began questioning, "Then tell me, where did the money come from?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you?" Su Fengxia slapped her forehead, then remembered, "It was that night when you paid for dinner, Wu Min and the others insisted on giving it to me when they left. They said that when everyone goes out to eat, it's always split the bill, and you shouldn't have to pay alone."

Hearing this, Su Fengnan sighed softly, and the slight displeasure in her heart dissipated. She got up, picked up the thermos, and poured some hot water into the basin. "Alright, you're back so late from playing. Hurry up and wash up, and go to bed early."

The next morning, Su Fengnan, as usual, got ready and went to the internet cafe. As soon as she logged on, the editor's chat window popped up.

"Xinyuan, do you need to create a reader group to facilitate interaction among everyone?"

"No need," Su Fengnan typed in reply. "I'll just create a separate chapter to summarize and answer everyone's questions."

"OK."

Su Fengnan sent an "OK" gesture, then closed the chat window, logged into the website's backend, and began typing. She categorized the readers' questions into six main types and answered them one by one in a clear and organized manner, citing relevant sources.

More than an hour later, at 11 a.m., she sent out the carefully written reply. Although reader activity was not high in the morning, yesterday's announcement had already made the loyal readers of "Xinyuan" eagerly anticipate it.

After the release, Su Fengnan stopped paying attention and continued to bury herself in developing the plot of her novel.

A dozen minutes later, the chat window started buzzing with notifications. Su Fengnan clicked on it and saw a message from Editor Song, whose words were filled with excitement.

"Xinyuan, Xinyuan! You should check the comments section! Everyone's having a heated discussion about your views!"

"Now we can interact with the readers."

"OK."

Su Fengnan opened the comments section and was immediately drawn to the flood of messages.

"This reply is amazing! It's a perfect guide to avoiding dating pitfalls and a handbook for identifying philandering men!" —Reader 1

"I used to not understand why my ex-boyfriend always consulted his mother about anything. Now I know, he was a mama's boy. Expecting a man with no opinions of his own to take responsibility is terrifying to think about now." —Reader 2

"My cousin was physically abused by her boyfriend when they were dating. Later, the man begged her to reconcile, and my cousin softened. Now she's married with children, and recently she was beaten again and hospitalized. Xinyuan is right, domestic violence is either zero times or countless times. If you encounter it, you really need to get away immediately. Don't try to change others; we are not saviors. You'd be better off using that time on the right people." —Reader 3

"I finally understand why my boyfriend always says 'let nature take its course' and doesn't take me to meet his parents. It's because he hasn't met a girl more suitable for him yet, and I'm just his second choice." —Reader 4

"I recently discovered that my husband has set a password on his phone and won't let me look at it. Could it be like what Xinyuan said?" — Reader Five

"My colleague was confessed to by her boss a few days ago. He said he had no feelings for his wife and that meeting my colleague was his true love. Isn't that just like the disclaimer Xinyuan mentioned? But my colleague actually believed her boss's sweet talk." —Reader Six

"Upstairs, is that colleague of yours you? Being a mistress and breaking up someone else's family is shameful, you know that?" —Reader Seven

"Xin Yuan's books encourage us women to grow into self-reliant, self-loving, spiritually rich, and economically independent awakened women. Isn't it better to be beautiful on your own? Besides, two-legged toads are hard to find, but three-legged men are plentiful. Why should you serve someone else's used goods?" —Reader Eight

"Ah... Xinyuan's reply is so insightful, seeing through the phenomena to the essence." —Reader Nine

"I worship the great Xinyuan..." — Reader Ten

Su Fengnan quickly browsed through some of the comments and felt it was necessary to respond to them all at once. She typed:

"Hello, dear readers, thank you for your support. I have seen all your comments, and I didn't expect them to spark so much discussion. Regarding the questions raised about the emotional entanglements in the book 'Return,' my responses are limited to the plot points within the book. Please do not take them personally and approach the issues rationally. Any resemblance to real-life situations is purely coincidental."

If my humble opinion can be of any help to anyone, I hope that all my friends who like me can find their own happiness.

After Su Fengnan finished writing, she pinned the comment to the top. Soon, readers who saw the reply became even more excited, and the discussion in the comment section remained heated.

"Xin Yuan, there's no need to be modest. Art comes from life, and there must be such people in life, which is why the characters you write are so vivid and lifelike."

"Hey Xinyuan, what are the signs of a scumbag? How can I tell?"

Upon seeing this, Su Fengnan immediately replied: "A selfish, demanding, irresponsible person who enjoys toying with other people's feelings is a scumbag. As for identifying him, as long as he's not love-struck, there are always clues to whether the other person treats you well or not. In matters of love, if a girl is willing, she can transform into Sherlock Holmes in no time."