Ye Mian was a roll king in his previous life, and died suddenly from overwork.
Ye Mian knew the name Shen Chengzhou.
In a period novel, he is both a top genius and a top miser.
When she opened her eyes, Ye Mian transformed into the original wife who sought death. The original person had just kicked over the medicine jar that Shen Chengzhou had given to his mother, when the sole of his foot slipped and he broke his head, killing himself. When she walked through, he was kneeling in the snow, looking at her as if he were looking at a dead thing.
With eyes wide open and no hope of returning, Ye Mian began to wonder how she should live.
She began to learn to live a good life. Sewing clothes, brewing medicine, and shamelessly blocking Shen Chengzhou's troubles.
Because only if he lives well can she live a stable life.
She just wants to live a peaceful life for a few years, and when the storm is over, it ends peacefully, and she owes no one to anyone.
What she didn't know was that those eyes, which had been dead since she had seen them too much, were quietly following her every step.
[Small Theater]:
There was a power outage that day, and it was so dark in the house that I couldn't see my fingers.
Ye Mian searched for a candle in the dark, missed it, and fell backwards.
Shen Chengzhou stood behind her at some point and grabbed her waist, and the two of them froze in place.
His voice was very low in the darkness, as if it was coming from his chest: "Stand still."
Ye Mian stood firm, but he didn't let go.
She could feel his breathing falling on her ear, slow and heavy, as if he was suppressing something.
She coughed dryly: "You can let go."
There was silence for a long time.
"Yeah." He let go, his voice still as flat as ever, "Be careful."
Ye Mian touched the candle, struck a match, and looked back at him.
He stood there with a normal expression, as if nothing had happened.
It was just the moonlight coming in from the window that illuminated his hands hanging by his sides, clenched into fists nervously.
Reading Guide
1. Ordinary people who just want to survive x niggas who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers
2. There is no earth-shattering golden finger, but the water flows slowly.
The copy was written on November 22, 2025 and has been screenshotted
Intention: Live well and make progress every day
