Wen Ziyin's Clues

Half a month had passed, and Ning Qiuer had already gone back to her own home, but Xia Yu still hadn't obtained any useful information.

One morning, as Xia Yu woke up from his sleep, he couldn't help but think about Ning Qiuer's matter as he listened to the alarm clock's ringtone. This astonishing coincidence really bothered him.

However, it was just a matter of concern; his desire to investigate wasn't that strong. If Ning Qiuer had sung a song from Earth, he would have been extremely cautious and extremely interested in investigating it; but those two melodies were not from his previous life, and Ning Qiuer was not his fellow villager.

He also wondered if Ning Qiuer was a person from the future, and if the melody she sang was a song created by his future self, which was copied by her. But through Yu Ningmeng's investigation, he found that there were no investments under Ning Qiuer's name. All her money came from her activities as a singer.

It was impossible for a person from the future not to make any investments. Even someone with a terrible memory would remember some well-known projects and company names, such as online shopping, internet celebrity industry, and shared bicycles. It might be difficult to take advantage of these trends, but keeping an eye on them would be enough even for a pig-headed person.

Eliminating these two possibilities, who Ning Qiuer actually was no longer mattered, and it had nothing to do with Xia Yu's life anyway.

The fact that Ning Qiuer was not a person from the future made Xia Yu relieved, but also somewhat disappointed. A confirmed person from the future would definitely bring a different kind of fun. If she was a fellow villager from Earth, they could share their experiences of life on Earth together.

Although he had nothing to worry about on Earth and life there was somewhat wearying, with time, he began to miss it, just like missing the unremarkable college and childhood days.

After washing up and having breakfast, Xia Yu went to the club for archery practice as usual. In the afternoon, he checked Wen Ziying's section to see her recent situation. After a brief darkness, he saw torn and crumpled pieces of paper.

Those were scraps of draft paper. Looking to one side, Xia Yu also found balls of draft paper. Lowering his head, he saw that Wen Ziying was holding a pen in her hand, the tip deeply inserted into a stack of draft papers, leaving a deep scratch on the paper.

Without looking, Xia Yu knew that the expression on this body must not be pleasant. Ordinary people would be terrified if they saw this scene, but Xia Yu, who had been an online novelist in his past life, felt that it was a very common situation. When a writer was unsatisfied with the plot, it would result in an incident like this.

The fact that Wen Ziying hadn't trashed her home showed great restraint. Scratching her drafts was nothing significant.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a bad mood," Wen Ziying's voice echoed in Xia Yu's mind.

"It's fine, I can understand," Xia Yu reassured her.

He pulled out the pen, threw the paper scraps into the trash can, and tidied up the table.

He opened the drawer to put the pen away, but his hand didn't reach the familiar drawer handle. Looking down, Xia Yu saw that the table he was sitting at had a missing handle in the middle drawer.

He looked around, the room was not Wen Ziying's house near the Purple Marble No.1, but a much larger room with Chinese-style decoration.

Had Wen Ziying moved?

Xia Yu's gaze met Wen Ziying's, and she guessed his confusion, explaining, "We are now in the countryside house."

"What happened?" Xia Yu asked as he opened the drawer and put the pen away.

In November, Wen Ziying had refused to come back and even let Xia Yu use his body as a substitute. But now, she had not only come over but was also staying here.

"I wanted to clear my mind," Wen Ziying replied.

Xia Yu knew that this was not the real reason.

To prevent the silence from making their relationship awkward, Xia Yu changed the subject: "Didn't you just finish a manuscript? Why not take a few days off for yourself?"

Wen Ziying's new book had just been released, and Xia Yu, who was busy with archery, hadn't had time to buy and read it yet.

Xia Yu originally wanted to use this sentence to temporarily distract Ning Qiuer, but instead, it had the opposite effect. Xia Yu felt that Ning Qiuer's mood became even more depressed and even somewhat fearful.

Wen Ziying fell silent for five seconds, then said, "Let's go out for a walk. I want to go up the mountain, but the road is a bit difficult."

Knowing that there was probably a problem with the new book, Xia Yu did not ask further. He walked out of the house and followed the cement-paved path, leaving the village and stopping at the foot of the mountain behind it.

The mountain was a low hill, about a hundred meters high, with a narrow mountain path. Agile, enduring, and strong, Xia Yu quickly reached the summit.

He had thought that perhaps at the top of the mountain, he might trigger some plotlines, but reality proved otherwise. People can be more stubborn and less willing to change. Wen Ziying did not open her heart to Xia Yu just because the scenery was different.

Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to his own body. He went online to search for Wen Ziying's new book and found the reason on a reading forum.

Wen Ziying's new book was somewhat unsatisfactory, and the reviews were no longer unanimously praiseworthy. Some readers expressed their disappointment online.

This was not a big deal in itself, as no one could maintain their peak performance forever. It's normal to have one or two sub-par works. However, the publisher excessively promoted the book as a masterpiece beforehand, which led to a huge gap in expectations and put readers in a bad mood.

Moreover, during the previous Bao Huijia incident, some wise netizens who thought Bao Huijia was the one being wrongly accused led to more attention, even causing a small ripple in the entertainment industry.

Pressing his forehead, Xia Yu felt a headache. If Wen Ziying was wronged, he could ask Yu Ningmeng to control the netizens' comments. But the core issue of Wen Ziying's sub-par work seemed to be true according to the analysis posts. If he asked Yu Ningmeng for help, it would be tantamount to capital control.

This would not be beneficial for Wen Ziying's future development. After all, published writers are still public figures and don't have the brainwashing ability of popular celebrities.

At the same time, Xia Yu felt some doubts in his heart. Most of the online discussions were only about the matter at hand, and they also hoped that Wen Ziying's next work would return to the previous standards. If these not-so-intense comments were already too much for Wen Ziying to bear, why did she retreat to the countryside she once resisted?

Xia Yu realized that this might be a clue to the mission of the Star Shards.

Putting archery practice aside, he shifted his primary focus to observing Wen Ziyin.

After a night had passed, Xia Yu once again found himself in Wen Ziyin's body.

Wen Ziyin was currently looking at the scenery outside the window.

Withdrawing his gaze from the grass outside the window, Xia Yu noticed Wen Ziyin's left hand holding a paper cutter and her right hand holding a piece of letter paper.

Judging by the dampness of the letter paper from her fingers, it had been grasped by Wen Ziyin for quite a long time.

The word "Clue" appeared clearly on the empty letter paper.