The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

Song Ke struggled to open her eyelids, her eyes darting around. The surroundings felt very familiar. She moved her body, feeling sore all over, as if she had been disassembled into pieces and then reassembled.

She weakly raised her arm, and many images inexplicably appeared in her mind. She remembered that she was in a car accident on the way to take wedding photos with Chu Tiancheng. Thinking of this, she suddenly sat up, but felt dizzy and panicked.

There was a noise at the door, and the moment it was pushed open, she saw a familiar person.

"Songyu".

Song Ke was surprised. She suddenly returned to her room, and the person in front of her was her sister, Song Chen.

Thinking of the book she had entered, she was furious. She glared at Song Chen and said, "Song Chen, if you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'm not done with you."

Song Chen fed her a bowl of soup, her smile a little guilty: "Song Ke, when are you going to get rid of this disrespectful habit of yours? I'm your older sister, is it appropriate for you to call me by my full name?"

"Here, since you're so weak right now, I've made this soup for you myself. Don't forget to cherish it."

Song Ke didn't drink the soup right away, but asked her anxiously, "How did I suddenly get out of here after you gave me that book?"

Seeing her anxious look, Song Chen casually said, "You'll come out once the mission is complete."

Song Ke stared at Song Chen with a scrutinizing look. After being stared at for a few seconds, Song Chen couldn't help but say, "Drink your soup first, and I'll tell you, okay?"

Song Ke asked, "I just want to know, how is Chu Tiancheng?"

When Song Ke asked this, Song Shen chuckled: "What's wrong? You've fallen for someone? Look how nervous you are."

Song Ke: "How exactly is he? Wasn't it said that he wouldn't die as long as he completed the mission?"

"Yes, I didn't say he died, it was you who died."

Song Ke looked confused: "Me?"

After saying that, she questioned Song Chen with a bad expression: "What the hell are you doing? And you wouldn't happen to be that damn system, would you?"

Song Chen looked embarrassed and explained, "This isn't the first time. My spiritual power is limited, so it's normal for me to make mistakes in divination."

Song Ke looked at her with a puzzled expression: "What are you talking about?"

"By the way, what about Mom and Dad? I've been gone for so long, have they asked about me?"

Song Chen waved her hand with a worried look: "Don't worry, don't rush, let me explain slowly."

An hour later, Song Ke stared wide-eyed in shock and asked, "So, you mean, Mom and Dad aren't my biological parents?"

"And you're my own sister?"

Song Chen smiled and nodded: "That's right. My parents are actually the guides to this space. They were fooled by us so that our identities wouldn't seem so strange."

"Moreover, this space is too poor, with hardly any spiritual energy. As a result, after decades of cultivation, I only managed to accumulate a tiny bit of spiritual energy, which was then used up by setting up a spatial array."

"Let me make it clear first, it's definitely not because I'm bad at cooking. There's a saying, 'Even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice.' Without inspiration, no matter how good I am, it's all for nothing."

"But thankfully you're back safe and sound." As she said this, she quickly took Song Ke's hand, lowered her head slightly, extended her index and middle fingers together and pressed them against her forehead, muttered a few words, and then touched Song Ke's palm. Immediately, a small section of bright red thread emerged from the flesh.

Song Ke asked in surprise, "What is this?"

Song Chen stared at the red thread for a few seconds, then clicked her tongue in surprise: "Strange."

"What's strange now?"

Song Chen released Song Ke's hand, put the soup back in her hand, and sighed, "This is the first time I've ever seen Qinggen take the initiative to find someone."

Song Ke sipped her soup, not understanding what she was saying: "What are you talking about?"

After finishing the soup, Song Chen said, "You should rest for a while. I've been staying home lately."

After saying that, he turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Tan Sheng came to see you these past two days. Remember to give him a reply."

Song Ke had just lain down when she was immediately met with an impatient "Who is it?"

Song Chen: "Oh, it's the blind date your parents arranged for you the next day, but I sent you into the book and you didn't get to meet the blind date."

"..."

"Song Chen, didn't you say I completed the task and got to draw a prize? Where is it?"

Without turning her head, Song Chen said, "Oh, since you're asleep, I'll smoke it for you as a reward for having some spicy crayfish."

After saying that, the door slammed shut, and Song Ke stared at the doorway.

What crayfish? Who are you trying to fool?

They promised that completing the task would lead to finding a partner.

Just as she finished speaking, the phone rang again. She looked around in a daze before remembering where her phone was. She picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. She answered the call.

"Which one?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a man's, and it sounded unfamiliar: "I'm Tan Sheng, your blind date."

Song Ke was taken aback; it really was something she shouldn't mention.

Song Ke said in a distant yet polite tone, "You've got it wrong, I have a boyfriend."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone, but the person quickly recovered and their tone no longer sounded angry: "Is that so? Well, congratulations then. It seems I've bothered you today."

After saying that, the other end of the phone hung up. Song Ke looked on, completely bewildered. She tossed her phone aside, rubbed her aching head, and thought about Chu Tiancheng.

sigh.

I wonder how Chu Tiancheng is doing?

What Song Chen just meant was, if I die but Chu Tiancheng doesn't, I wonder if he'll be very sad.

What a tragedy! If I had known I would leave in such an undignified way, I would have preferred to have him and Gu Qing get together.

but.

Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand in front of her, and the red thread was gone. She rubbed her palms together, but there was nothing unusual.

When she woke up and got up, she felt a bit stronger. She got out of bed and went out. As soon as she entered the living room, she smelled a fragrance.

She turned her head and saw Song Chen sitting on the sofa, watching a TV series while eating a large bowl of spicy hot pot.

Hearing the noise, Song Chen looked over, smiled at Song Ke, and pointed to the kitchen: "I just started eating, go to the kitchen and get your own bowls and chopsticks."

Song Ke didn't go to the kitchen, but instead walked over and sat on the sofa. She stared straight at Song Chen, making Song Chen look nervous: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Ke looked at her, gave a slight smile, and asked, "Is there something else you haven't told me?"

Song Chen listened, raising an eyebrow with a completely open expression: "In short, I won't harm you."

"Alright, stop overthinking. You used to be so lively and carefree. It's worrying me to see you so preoccupied."

"Have something to eat. After you finish, I'll tell you about this space."

Song Ke looked at her suspiciously for a few seconds before getting up to get a bowl and chopsticks from the kitchen. While eating, she asked, "Are Mom and Dad coming back?"

Song Chen looked away when the TV screen switched to commercials: "Who knows, they're busy too, you know."

Song Ke then asked, "Whose idea was it to arrange blind dates for me before?"

Song Chen paused as she picked up the food with her chopsticks, her hand trembled, and the tripe she had just scooped up fell back down.