After being reborn as a passerby, the fake daughter only wants to play badly

After a long moment, Yan Wen continued, "How can you guarantee that there won't be a third traverser in this world, or even more? If the purpose behind the system is to destroy this world, then if no one completes the task, new traversers will appear."

"Thank you for letting me know. I'll take note."

"Okay, after all, you know the plot of the book very well, but I need to remind you of something. According to your novel, Zhou Jingyan should have been in Country W, but he showed up here. This means someone is behind all this."

Shen Jiahe's eyes darkened slightly, and he instantly understood the whole process.

She whispered, "I think I know who it is?"

"Who?"

"System, the system that brought me to the book has disappeared, and your system hasn't appeared since. This means their purpose has probably been accomplished."

"No way, Shen Anran looks fine to me, she doesn't seem to have any problems."

"Of course the problem isn't Shen Anran, it's someone else."

"What do you mean?" Yan Wen asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, Yan Wen, you and Fu Ying should go back and be nice to her."

Although Shen Jiahe didn't like Fu Ying, Yan Wen was right when he said that she gave them a terrible life.

"Okay, feel free to contact me if you have any questions. If that day really comes, remember to tell me in advance."

"Ah."

Shen Jiahe hung up the phone. She knew the meaning of his last words.

If this world is just a dream, once it is broken, there is no possibility of recovery, and there is no possibility for people in the book and outside the book to meet each other.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Anran received a message from Fu Ying, which came with a specific location address.

She arrived at the location on the map and found that it was a square.

This used to be a gathering place for white pigeons, but perhaps due to the influence of the season, the square is now empty, with only a few passers-by in a hurry wandering the streets.

Fu Ying sat on a chair in the square, her eyes focused on the fountain beside her, watching the water columns rise into the air and fall again and again.

Shen Anran walked slowly towards Fu Ying and asked, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about here?"

Fu Ying came back to her senses from her thoughts, a bright smile blooming on her cheeks, "An An, you're here."

"Well, when I got here, I saw this idiot sitting here in a daze."

Fu Ying laughed and retorted, "You are the fool."

Shen Anran looked around and asked Fu Ying curiously, "Didn't you come out with Yan Wen this morning? Why isn't he with you?"

Fu Ying smiled and replied, "You invited me to dinner, why would he come along? To be a third wheel?"

"Well, would Miss Fu be willing to do me the honor of dining with us?"

"It's still early, so walk around here with me and take a good look at this place. I don't know when we'll see each other again."

Shen Anran felt that Fu Ying had something else in mind, but it was inconvenient to ask directly, so she chose to remain silent.

The two of them started walking in the square.

Suddenly, Fu Ying asked softly: "An An, will you forget me one day?"

Shen Anran stopped and looked at Fu Ying with a serious look, "No, we once agreed that we would be good friends forever."

"Yes, good friends." There was a hint of bitterness in Fu Ying's tone that could not be concealed, and her heart ached slightly.

She told herself that they were just friends and Shen Anran's sweetheart was Zhou Jingyan.

Maybe it’s better this way. Shen Anran doesn’t know what’s in her mind. Maybe one day in the future, they will have a chance to meet again.

Next, the two of them went to the school they had attended before and walked around the campus.

At this time, the students had already gone on winter vacation. If the security guard had not remembered them, Shen Anran and Fu Ying would probably have been turned away.

As it got darker, the two were tired of shopping, so they came to a hot pot restaurant near the school, which had been open for decades.

When they were in junior high school, Shen Anran and Fu Ying were frequent visitors here.

After school, they often come here secretly to eat hot pot, and the boss is very familiar with them.

Unfortunately, the previous boss passed away, and the current boss is their son, who does not know Shen Anran and Fu Ying.

The shop is now well decorated and has separate private rooms. They found a spacious room and sat down.

After ordering the dishes, Fu Ying picked up a few bottles of beer and suggested, "I haven't had a drink in a long time. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay, but we can only drink a little. If mom sees us drunk, she will definitely criticize me."

Fu Ying said jokingly, "Aunt Jiang wouldn't scold you. At most, she would scold me."

The "a little" that Fu Ying said was indeed literal. The two of them only drank one bottle of beer in total.

After a long time, Shen Anran stood up and said, "You eat first, I'm going to the bathroom."

Fu Ying asked casually, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

This was a habit they formed when they were playing together since childhood. Whenever Shen Anran asked to go to the toilet, Fu Ying was like triggering a keyword.

Shen Anran smiled and replied, "Eat yours, I'm not a child."

After coming out of the restroom and on the way back to the box, Shen Anran was blocked by someone.

After she saw the other person's face clearly, she was a little surprised: "Yan Wen?"

"I want to talk to you." Yan Wen's expression was extremely serious, as if he had something important to say to Shen Anran.

"That's perfect. I also have something I want to talk to you about, but time is tight. Yingying is still waiting for me in the box."

Shen Anran originally wanted to ask Yan Wen to go back and continue eating and chatting, but then she thought that the topic they wanted to discuss might not be suitable for Fu Ying to know.

"Ah."

When they reached the stairwell, Yan Wen didn't hesitate and said directly, "Shen Anran, do you think you are a book traveler?"

Shen Anran didn't expect Yan Wen to be so direct, so she didn't hide it and admitted frankly: "Yes, if I'm not mistaken, you are also a person who traveled through the book."

"I came from a book, but Shen Anran, you are not. You are from this world."

Shen Anran's eyes widened, and she asked in disbelief, "What does this mean?"

"Your memory has been tampered with. You are the Shen Anran in the book."

Shen Anran found it hard to accept this statement. She retorted, "How is that possible? My memory of the real world is very clear. If I really belonged to this world, how could I remember things that don't belong here?"

Yan Wen looked at her deeply and said, "Do you remember how you died in your last life?"

Shen Anran noticed that Yan Wen used the word "previous life", which showed that he knew much more than she imagined.

"Of course I remember that in the book, Shen Anran was hit and killed on the street by a car driven by a rich second-generation man."

She told the ending of the story, which was also what she experienced in her previous life.

"That's right. That's the ending the novelist gave Shen Anran. It's also your ending. How could a dead person be reborn and have completely new memories? That's because this world is a dream woven by humans."

Yan Wen's explanation made Shen Anran feel dizzy, and she began to doubt the answer she had been looking for.