The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Perfect people don't need stories.

After swallowing the pill, Fu Hua had no idea how long she had been floating in the darkness.

Maybe a second, maybe a year, maybe a lifetime.

Her world was nothing but darkness and chaos.

There was no light, no sound, no taste, I couldn't detect anything, and I couldn't touch my own skin.

I can't even feel where my hands and feet are.

This is the state of losing all five senses.

Apart from a clear consciousness, all that remains of past memories is utter nothingness.

This feeling is worse than death.

Unable to see the world, unable to hear the wind, unable to smell the food, unable to taste bitterness or sweetness.

The scariest thing is that you have no sense of touch.

Your skin is empty, your body is empty, and your limbs seem to slowly melt into this deathly silence.

You don't know if you're standing or lying down, you don't know if you're in pain or hungry.

You might not even know if you're alive or dead.

Even with their eyes closed and ears covered, a normal person can still touch their clothes with their fingertips.

The skin can touch the air, and the heartbeat is real.

Fu Hua did not.

After she swallowed the pill, the backlash from gaining immortality stripped her of all her senses.

She survived, conscious, trapped in a body devoid of any sensation.

In her past life, she was a powerful figure in a post-apocalyptic world, living amidst intrigue and power struggles.

After transmigrating into the book, she was initially a fake heiress, but within a few years, she returned to her peak and became a leading figure in scientific research.

She had witnessed countless battles, illnesses, and separations of life and death, and considered herself to be hard-hearted and nothing could break her.

But this emptiness caused by the deprivation of the five senses is even more agonizing than the most desperate situation in the apocalypse.

At least, the apocalypse has flesh and blood, pain, the sound of wind, and the sounds of fighting.

There is nothing here.

The brain is clearly awake, yet it receives no external signals whatsoever; time stretches out indefinitely.

Her consciousness hovered in boundless silence, teetering on the brink of chaos countless times, but she managed to stabilize herself through sheer willpower.

Throughout her past and present lives, she has always lived with clarity and rationality; the more she experiences, the more cold-blooded she becomes.

The person she once cared about most, in the end, she could completely give up on for the sake of her own pursuits.

If this is what immortality is, then what's the point?

She can only eke out a living by relying on her past memories! ? ?

Family affection, warmth, dependence, being loved,

These words have always belonged to other people to her.

She had seen, witnessed, observed, and felt it, but she had never taken it to heart.

These things are dispensable and not worth mentioning.

Human hearts are the most unreliable thing; love and family ties are all burdens.

Therefore, she always kept to herself, cold-hearted and indifferent, never letting anyone or anything hold her back.

Now, she has to stop.

This void enveloped her, forcefully dragging her into an unknown illusion.

…………

In 1983, a small rural village in the mountains seemed like a completely different world from the bustling metropolis.

This place is isolated and backward, and it remains as poor as ever.

Muddy roads, adobe houses, and endless farm work all year round.

The villagers are narrow-minded, gossipy, and opportunistic. They are best at ganging up to bully the weak and flattering the powerful.

As the saying goes, "Bad people come from poor and remote places."

That year, Fu Hua was three years old.

From the day she was born, she was a "monster" that everyone in the village avoided.

Other children cry and fuss when they are born, are afraid of pain and the dark, and crave sweets.

She is different.

This child doesn't cry or fuss, isn't afraid of falling or getting burned, and shows no reaction to thunder or rain.

She never responds when you call her name; her eyes are big and round, but they are lifeless and empty.

No one knew that Fu Hua, the little girl in this small world, was born with five senses missing.

They cannot see, hear, smell, or taste anything, and they have almost no sense of pain, heat, or cold in their skin.

She lives in her own world.

To outsiders, this is not a defect, but an omen of misfortune.

It's better to be an idiot, because an idiot feels pain and cries.

She can't do anything, she's like a puppet, letting you carry her around.

The Fu family believes that Xiao Fu Hua is a monster reincarnated, a jinx, and a bastard child who came specifically to bring misfortune to the family.

The Fu family was notorious in the village for being mean, selfish, and favoring sons over daughters.

The Fu family has only one son in each generation, and they spoil each boy to an extreme degree.

He gets whatever he wants, even the father's status is lower than his son's.

When it came to Fu Hua's father, all three of his previous wives were driven away because they couldn't bear him a son.

Fu Hua's mother is beautiful and has a cool temperament. Because she has lost her memory, she was taken home by Fu Hua.

In her first year in the family, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

It was supposed to be a good thing, and my in-laws were very happy.

But Fu Hua was blind and deaf, couldn't walk, and couldn't call out to anyone; she was worse than an idiot.

The Fu family dotes on their grandson.

They despise girls to the core, let alone a naturally strange and useless girl like Fu Hua.

In the future, even if we try to sell it, nobody will want it.

Since she was born, there hasn't been a single peaceful day in our family.

Grandma Fu complained to everyone she met, "What sins have I committed in my life? This strange thing has appeared in my family. It's blind, deaf, and unresponsive, like a dead piece of wood. Keeping it around is a curse; it brings bad luck to the family and ruins everyone's fortune!"

Old Master Fu was even more cold-hearted, never giving her a second glance.

They declared early on: "This kind of kid can't be kept. Get rid of him as soon as possible, so he won't drag his family down and become a laughingstock in the whole village."

The biological father, Fu Jianjun, was a cowardly and selfish man who was about to strangle his child when his wife, Jasmine, stopped him.

Jasmine is not Fu Hua's mother's name.

It was because when Fu Jianjun found her, she was holding a small pot of flowering jasmine, so he named her that.

Although Jasmine has lost her memory, she is gentle, diligent, and tidy, and her home is always kept in perfect order.

Du Jianjun never protects his wife and daughters; he only agrees with his parents.

To his son, he's a precious treasure, his darling, his dearest.

He never even glanced at Xiao Fuhua.

Even when he occasionally talks about his daughter, there's not a trace of fatherly love in his eyes, only disgust and annoyance.

He felt that he had the worst luck in his life, having such an abnormal daughter, and that he could not hold his head up in the village.

The whole village was spreading rumors, and the stories got more and more outrageous.

Some say that the Fu family offended the Goddess of Fertility, which is why they suffered misfortune.

Some say she's a mountain spirit reincarnated, and keeping her around will bring disaster.

Some people privately urged the elderly Fu family to quickly get rid of this bastard child, drown it, and end it all.

Everyone despised her, feared her, and ostracized her.

There was only one person who risked his life to protect her in his arms and cherished her as his own.

Her mother, Jasmine.

Jasmine is gentle but never cowardly; she is resilient, insightful, clear-headed, and fiercely independent.

Even though she lost her memory, she was not a blindly obedient, submissive, or submissive rural woman.

She could see clearly the meanness of her in-laws, the cowardice and selfishness of her husband, and the narrow-mindedness and malice of the entire village.

She was determined to take good care of Fu Hua, and she cared for her even more than she cared for her son.

Whether she was going to the toilet or working outside, she would tie Xiao Fuhua to her body with a small bundle.

She was afraid that something might happen to the child if she left for even a short while.

The Fu family is capable of anything.

Everyone thought that Xiao Fuhua was a monster, a burden, and bad luck.

Only Jasmine knew that her child was just sick.

She secretly took Xiao Fuhua to a hospital in the city for a check-up. The doctor said that the child was born without her five senses, but perhaps they would gradually recover as she grew up.

She believed what the doctor said.

At the age of three, little Fu Hua sat blankly on the threshold of the earthen house, motionless.

She still lives in a semi-empty state, with her five senses impaired and no reaction to anything in the outside world.

She can't hear others cursing, talking about, or spitting on her.

She couldn't see the stares and comments directed at her, the disgust in their eyes.

She was completely oblivious to the wind, sun, and mosquito bites.

Even when her biological father pressed her into a basin of water, she felt nothing.

Jasmine returned just in time to witness this scene, and she shoved Fu Jianjun away like a madwoman.

He held Xiao Fuhua in his arms and angrily denounced Fu Jianjun as a murderer.

Fu Jianjun said, "This kind of wicked child is a waste of food just to be alive. Do you think I wanted this? She made me lose all face."

Jasmine moved out of the Fu family home with Xiao Fuhua and lived in a cave dwelling outside the village, where they depended on each other for survival.

Days passed by, and Fu Hua lived to be thirteen years old without even realizing it.

As evening approached, the sun set behind the hillside.

Jasmine returned from the fields, carrying a heavy hoe and covered in dust and sweat.

The September heatwave was still intense.

Her face was sunburned, her back was completely soaked, her hands were covered with thick calluses and red marks, and she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back.

"Huahua, Mommy's home!"

The first thing Jasmine always looks for when she walks in the door is her daughter.

She persisted in this regardless of whether she received a response.

Fu Hua sat on the bed, motionless, like a decoration.

If it weren't for the urine stain in the middle of his pants, no one would think he was a living person.

Jasmine quickly put down her farm tools, filled a rag with warm water, and wrung it out.

She pulled Jasmine to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and carefully pulled down her wet pants.

The warm, soft cloth gently and carefully wiped Fu Hua's legs and skin.

Her hands were covered in thick calluses from farm work, yet her movements were incredibly gentle.

While busy working, she whispered soothing words to herself.

"Are you lonely without your mother? Do you miss her?"

"Your pants must be wet, it must be uncomfortable. Hang in there, it'll be over soon."

After wiping her clean, Jasmine took out some dry old pants and carefully put them on her.

Although Fu Hua is disabled, she is always clean and tidy.

All of this requires strong maternal love.

Several women who were squatting under a tree at the village entrance, enjoying the cool shade, saw Jasmine return.

They started gossiping again, every word dripping with malice.

They gossip without even keeping it from the mother and daughter, and even flatter the mulberry trees; it's all blatant bullying.

"It must be tough for Jasmine, taking care of a useless child all the time."

"If I were her, I would have thrown her away long ago. What's the point of keeping her? It's just a waste of her food."

"I heard the Fu family elders are looking for a matchmaker lately. This girl is just a burden; what family would want her?"

"Sigh, the little girl's face is quite nice, fair and tender."

"She has the same seductive look as her mother, but her mother could at least take off her pants to exchange for food. Can she do that?"

When the topic of yellow came up, the village women burst into laughter, their ramblings becoming increasingly outrageous.

Jasmine has heard these gossips for many years, from initial discomfort and grievance to numbness, and now only cold indifference remains.

She didn't give a single response and went straight to the kitchen to cook.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Grandma Fu and Grandpa Fu burst in one after the other.

Fu Jianjun followed behind, his face extremely grim.

The old woman, hands on her hips, burst through the door and shouted, "Jasmine, come out here right now! Good news for your daughter! A bachelor from the neighboring village is willing to pay thirty yuan as a bride price, plus two bags of cornmeal. The engagement has to be finalized today, and we'll take her away in a few days!"

Jasmine abruptly stopped holding the fire poker and quickly walked out of the kitchen.

With her brows furrowed tightly, she said, "I disagree. Huahua is unwell, and no one is allowed to take her away."

The old man puffed on his pipe, his face gloomy: "What's inconvenient? A blind and deaf good-for-nothing, staying at home is just a waste of his time."

The proper thing to do is to use the bride price to support your family; this is not your business to decide!

"She was born from my womb, and only I can decide her fate."

Jasmine stood ramrod straight, refusing to yield an inch.

"Don't even think about sending her away behind my back. As long as I'm alive, no one should lay a finger on her."

Fu Jianjun was seething with anger. He stepped forward and slapped Jasmine hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed in the courtyard.

Jasmine's face instantly became red and swollen, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"I've spoiled you enough all these years!"

Fu Jianjun's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "You've been suffering for so many years, keeping this burden on your family. I've already agreed to the marriage; you can't mess around with me like this!"

Jasmine covered her cheek, a resolute ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

His body trembled slightly, and his tone was icy and chilling.

"Are you trying to drive my daughter and me to the brink of despair?"

"If you really try to take my daughter by force, I'll kill your whole family first, then I'll take Huahua with me. If we're going to die, we'll all die together!"

Her fierce and reckless aura startled the Fu family, causing them to take a half-step back.

The elderly couple exchanged a glance, secretly making plans in their minds.

A direct confrontation would definitely lead to trouble; it's better to take action covertly.

The old woman retorted angrily, "Fine, I won't argue with you today. Think it over carefully. We're doing this for your own good. Don't make things difficult for yourself."

The family left, grumbling and cursing.

The courtyard finally quieted down.

Jasmine, supporting her weak legs, rushed into the side room and pulled Fu Hua, who was sitting blankly on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), into her arms tightly.

She rested her chin on the girl's head, her suppressed sobs muffled in her chest.

Hot tears fell drop by drop, landing on the back of Fu Hua's hand.

"Huahua, don't be afraid. Your mother will rely on you for the rest of her life. I will never abandon you, and I will never marry you off to just anyone..."

Fu Hua, who was feeling numb and empty all over, suddenly touched a drop of scalding liquid with her fingertips.

The sense of touch, which had been dormant for a very long time, was suddenly awakened at this moment.

First, a hot, wet sensation spread from my fingertips, the warmth slowly creeping along the lines of my skin.

It flows from the fingers to the wrist, and then spreads all over the arm.

No longer is it a blank void; hot and cold, soft and hard, pressure—all sensations have returned.

She could clearly feel the strength of the embrace enveloping her.

The mother's frail body trembled slightly, her chest heaving.

Her arms were wrapped so tightly that she could hardly breathe; the warmth of their skin touching was so real, so familiar.

In the span of decades across her two lifetimes, it seemed to be the first time she had ever felt someone hold her so tightly and clearly.

Her lips parted slightly as she struggled to move her throat.

She uttered two words softly: "Thank...thank you."

She couldn't hear her own voice; she could only feel her lips and tongue moving, and she didn't know if the sound was being heard.

The next second, the embrace tightened even more.

Jasmine hurriedly loosened her grip slightly, reaching out to touch her cheek.

Her voice choked and trembled: "My good child...you spoke? Huahua, are you alright? Can you see? Can you hear your mother?"

Fu Hua quietly sensed everything around her.

Skin touched the rough fabric of the earthen bed, nose rested against the smoky hem of mother's clothes, relying on the newly revived sense of touch...

She realized that she had grown into the appearance of a young girl.

They were in a small, dilapidated mud house.

In addition, vision, hearing, taste, and smell remain completely shut down.

She could offer no further response, simply leaning quietly against her mother.

Savor this hard-won tactile sensation.

Jasmine tried for a long time, but found that her daughter still didn't react much.

My heart was filled with both joy and sorrow, and I could only hold her carefully, not daring to stray from her for even a moment.

She was on guard for two whole days.

On the afternoon of the third day, the family ran out of firewood.

Jasmine had no choice but to hurriedly tell Fu Hua to stay put and then quickly went out to gather firewood in the back mountain.

No sooner had she left than Fu Jianjun, along with his parents, secretly broke the lock and entered the yard.

Several people roughly stepped forward and grabbed Fu Hua's arm, intending to forcibly drag her away.

Fu Hua felt several hands roughly grabbing her limbs and forcefully dragging her out.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Jasmine rushed back carrying firewood, and upon seeing the scene, she frantically lunged forward to stop them:

"Let her go! You're not allowed to touch my daughter!"

The two sides started fighting.

The old lady and the old man held Jasmine's arm down tightly.

Blinded by rage, Fu Jianjun grabbed a machete from the corner of the wall to stop Jasmine's counterattack.

In the chaos, the machete stabbed Jasmine in the abdomen.

The warm, thick liquid spurted out instantly, splashing onto Fu Hua's arms and clothes.

A sticky, warm sensation hit me.

Having fought in the apocalypse for many years, Fu Hua was all too familiar with the feel of blood.

The force pulling at him suddenly stopped.

Jasmine's body went limp and slumped down, leaning heavily against her.

The arm that had been protecting her fell limply to the side, and the once warm chest quickly turned icy cold.

Fu Hua stood frozen in place.

She couldn't see her mother fall, nor hear her last words.

But all the sensations in her body told her that

The person who cared for her day after day, who protected her with his whole life, is gone.

Having just tasted the warmth of human kindness, the only light was extinguished in an instant.

It felt like my heart was being gripped tightly by an icy hand.

The first dull, heavy pain in my revived body was more unbearable than any wound on my body.

A sense of bewilderment, emptiness, and an overwhelming surge of hatred trapped her completely.

The Fu family hurriedly put away their knives, looked at the corpse on the ground, and were so frightened that they hastily dragged Jasmine's body to a corner, no longer daring to forcibly take Fu Hua away.

Three days later, night fell.

In the darkness, someone crept into the house.

Rough hands roamed freely over Fu Hua's body.

Fu Hua struggled but couldn't break free and received two slaps to the cheek.

In her long, lonely years, simply surviving was a struggle.

For her, innocence meant nothing.

But little did she know that this was just the beginning.

For months afterward, different people would break into the dilapidated house every day.

She could neither hear the clamor nor see the faces of the people who approached.

I can only perceive the different shapes and strengths of each body through the touch of my skin.

All goodwill vanished the moment the mother breathed her last.

Taking advantage of the night when no one was around, Fu Hua relied on her memory to find the rat poison hidden in the cabinet in the corner of the room.

She moved step by step to the well at the entrance of the village and sprinkled the entire packet of medicine powder into the well water.

After doing all this, she returned home.

Everyone in the village who had bullied the mother and daughter, including the entire Fu family, eventually drank the poisoned water.

All the malice in the world will be repaid.

Some people don't deserve to live.

Fu Hua also drank the well water, thinking that this painful eternity could finally end...