As she laughed, tears suddenly began to stream down her face, completely beyond her control. She silently admonished herself, 'Stay calm. You have to stay calm no matter what.'
But!
'This is wonderful!'
'Things are different now!'
'The large chest isn't just a large chest anymore!'
'This is wonderful.' She, Xu Changqing, wasn't six feet under, nor was she reuniting with loved ones in heaven. Everyone was still alive. Her father was here, so her home was here. Not a single person was missing. They were all here. 'It's just so wonderful.'
Farming it is, then. It was still better than once again enduring the deceit and backstabbing of the corporate world. Better than having no home to call her own in this vast world. Better than everything that had happened before.
In this life, she wasn't going to do a single thing. She would be a "salted fish"—lounging around, reading books, brewing tea, and listening to music every day. And no one could stop her.
