TVSFPAG -Chapter 183 How Can Someone Experience Social Death to This Extent?

She and Chu Jinhan walked into the courtyard with curiosity, only to leave with blank, bewildered expressions.

Sitting in the car, Song Yunfei turned to look at Chu Jinhan. “Did you understand any of that?”

Chu Jinhan pondered for a moment and replied calmly, “He’s just a charlatan. Just listen and take it lightly.”

Alright—judging by his tone, he clearly didn’t understand either.

Before they left, the master had asked her what kind of world she thought this was.

Song Yunfei instinctively blurted out that it was a world inside a novel.

But the master smiled and countered, “How do you know that the real world you believe in isn’t, in someone else’s eyes, just a world inside a novel?”

“Every choice a person makes is like a butterfly flapping its wings. At every moment, countless parallel worlds split off. Perhaps in this world you die, while in another world, you awaken.”

These words could be said to awaken someone from a dream. Although Song Yunfei didn’t fully understand what was so shocking about it, she somehow felt it was profound.

She pondered that, according to the master’s explanation, it seemed to align with what people online described as parallel universes.

“I feel like what he said actually makes a lot of sense,” Song Yunfei murmured.

“Before, I saw online that some people have precognitive dreams that are incredibly accurate. After hearing the master’s words, I started wondering—could those so-called precognitive dreams or reincarnation actually be the past self, by chance, seeing the future self?”

Then what about transmigration? What did her memories before crossing over count as?

What made her scalp tingle even more was a thought: perhaps it wasn’t her who absorbed the original owner’s memories, but rather the original owner who absorbed hers.

So she was both the original owner and Song Yunfei.

Or perhaps she had glimpsed her future self or another version of herself from a different world—and the current world she was in was just another split timeline?

Song Yunfei felt as if her head was about to explode.

Chu Jinhan tightened his grip on her hand. “Don’t think about it. Didn’t he say it himself? Who you are is up to you.”

Song Yunfei sighed and vigorously shook her head, trying to push the master’s words out of her mind.

If she kept thinking like this, she would really go crazy.

“Alright… I won’t think about it anymore.”

Chu Jinhan said in a low voice, “Although what he said sounds like nonsense, it’s not entirely unreasonable. Who you are is never defined by a memory, a dream, or a few words from some charlatan.

You are you—the living, breathing Song Yunfei standing right beside me.”

Hearing this, Song Yunfei’s wandering, chaotic thoughts finally settled a little.

Yes… no matter who she was in the past or the future, at least at this moment, she was herself.

She could be the original owner; if she had the corresponding memories, she could even be Yao Yao… or even Chu Jinhan himself.

After interpreting the master’s words this way, the long-tightened knot in her heart seemed to suddenly loosen.

However, after returning, she ended up dreaming about Yao Yao for two or three consecutive days, each time waking up gasping for breath.

Seeing her have nightmares every night, Chu Jinhan had already prepared to take her to a temple to burn incense or find the master to perform a ritual.

It seemed even he had been driven to helplessness by Song Yunfei’s increasingly mysterious and superstitious behavior.

Perhaps it was just psychological, but on the night before they set out, although she still dreamed of Yao Yao, she did not wake up suffocating.

In the dream, Yao Yao was saved. A passerby, who should have arrived a few minutes later, came earlier and rescued both her and the young Bai Yu from the water.

This time, it was different—it was from a third-person perspective. Even the rescued Yao Yao looked in her direction.

Song Yunfei woke up suddenly, staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes filled with confusion.

When Chu Jinhan entered the bedroom, he saw her in this dazed state.

He sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, “Get up. After breakfast, we’ll go to the temple.”

Song Yunfei blinked and turned to look at him. “We’re not going. I… probably won’t have nightmares anymore.”

As she said this, she didn’t sound very confident herself, but she inexplicably had this intuition.

Chu Jinhan frowned and let out a low sigh. “I should have known. I shouldn’t have taken you to see him in the first place.”

He had also become somewhat obsessed, even wanting to find out whether the past Song Yunfei and the current one were truly the same person.

Song Yunfei sat up on the bed and smiled at him. “Don’t say that. Isn’t this pretty good? At least it helped me figure out a lot of things.”

Who she was was up to herself.

Conversely, who others thought she was—she could also be that person.

Nothing else mattered; what mattered was the present.

Sure enough, she had been too idle. When a person had too much free time, it was easy for their mind to become unsettled.

She suddenly said, “I want to go to work.”

Chu Jinhan was momentarily stunned. “Where are you going to work?”

“Didn’t you open a company for me called ‘Get Rich’? I’ll go work at my own company.”

Chu Jinhan pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement. “Alright. Then we’ll relocate the company closer to me.”

“…Okay.”

That night, Song Yunfei indeed no longer had that nightmare.

However, two days later, Chu Jinhan brought her some terrible news.

—It was time to meet the parents!

In the end, Song Yunfei couldn’t escape the fate of meeting his family.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to go to that intimidating old residence. Instead, they went directly to the riverside villa where his parents usually lived, which wasn’t too far away.

Perhaps Chu Jinhan had already given them a heads-up. When the car arrived at the villa and they entered, Song Yunfei immediately felt multiple gazes shooting straight at her.

Chu Jinhan’s parents, grandfather, as well as his younger brother and sister, aunt, uncle, and other relatives—there were more than ten people sitting inside the room.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive. When those gazes fell on her, it felt as if several mountains were pressing down on her.

She froze at the doorway, so nervous she didn’t know where to place her hands or feet.

Chu Jinhan held her hand and tried to lead her inside, but when he pulled, she didn’t move.

He turned back to look at Song Yunfei and saw that her face had gone pale, her feet seemingly rooted to the ground, unable to take even a single step.

“Yunfei,” Chu Jinhan called her softly.

Song Yunfei swallowed hard, then forcefully lifted her feet and slowly followed him inside.

After standing in the center of the room, she glanced around from the corner of her eye.

Aside from Chu Xiuye, who wore a smile, and the young girl who was curiously observing her, everyone else was staring at her with scrutinizing eyes. The probing and measuring in those gazes made her extremely uncomfortable.

It felt like she had stepped into the King of Hell’s palace.

At that very moment, her phone suddenly rang.

“Having mistakenly entered the imperial palace, I urge you to lay down the sand in your hand…”

Song Yunfei was so startled by the sudden ringtone that her soul nearly left her body. Panicking, she fumbled to take her phone out of her pocket, trembling as she tried several times before finally managing to silence it.

After coming to Haishi, she felt this song was practically made for her, so she had—on a whim—set it as her ringtone.

Who would have thought that Bai Yu, that troublemaker, would call at this exact moment!

The air grew even quieter than before. Even Chu Jinhan looked at her with a strange expression.

Song Yunfei bit her lip, her toes digging hard into the soles of her shoes—she had already mentally dug herself into a mansion-sized pit.

How could someone experience social death to this extent?

She didn’t want to live anymore.

Just as her embarrassment reached its peak, Chu Jinhan extended his slender fingers and gently took her phone.

“Did you grab the wrong phone this morning?”

That sentence sounded like heavenly relief. Song Yunfei bit her lip and nodded vigorously. “Mm-mm!”

Chu Jinhan switched her phone to silent mode and calmly put it into his own pocket.

On the side, Chu Xiuye couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Several of the aunts and the younger aunt also tried to suppress their laughter, turning their faces away to hide their smiles.

Mrs. Chu, on the other hand, looked full of disdain.

Of course, the disdain was directed at her own son. Her expression seemed to say: look at how hopeless you are.