At this moment, Sang Feiwan sat in the farthest corner of the audience section at Zhang Chengye's fan meeting, surrounded by raucous noise.

Her phone pinged with a text message: "Feiwan, let's break up. Don't come looking for me anymore."

A document was passed to her from the side. Zhang Chengye's assistant, Xiao Sun, said, "This is a non-disclosure agreement. You need to sign it. As you know, Brother Zhang is now a popular actor. His private life can't be disclosed. Once the agreement is signed, you'll be given a million as compensation."

"A million, can it compensate for a life?" Sang Feiwan's gaze turned icy cold.

Suddenly, the fans erupted into deafening screams.

Zhang Chengye had taken the stage. This man, whom Sang Feiwan had loved for a decade.

If the old Sang Feiwan saw Zhang Chengye, she would undoubtedly have burst into tears of sadness.

But now, she had changed on the inside.

She was originally from the cultivation world, where after 300 years, she had become a half-immortal. Unfortunately, during her ascension, she was struck by a heavenly thunder during the tribulation and was transferred into the body of this girl who had the same name and looks as her.

The original host was a romantic, an orphan from birth who suffered from a lack of love and affection.

Because Zhang Chengye showed her some attention during junior high, she fell hopelessly in love with him for ten years.

As for Zhang Chengye, he dropped out of high school to chase after stardom in the entertainment industry.

But his family was poor and couldn't offer any support. Sang Feiwan was the only one who could help him.

Zhang Chengye said, "Once I become famous, I'll marry you."

So, Sang Feiwan generously contributed all of her university scholarship money.

Zhang Chengye said: "It's okay to suffer and get tired now. In the future, I will buy you a car and a house, and let you enjoy the blessings as a star's wife for a lifetime!"

Thus, Sang Feiwan worked three jobs a day, only sleeping four hours each day. The money she earned was all spent on buying brand-name clothes for Zhang Chengye and enrolling him in expensive acting classes.

She didn't find it tough. Watching her loved one's career gradually improve, she thought happiness was getting closer. She fantasized about him fulfilling his promise to marry and spoil her for a lifetime.

But a man's promise is like a bubble, beautiful yet fragile.

When Zhang Chengye's career flourished slightly, he gradually distanced himself from Sang Feiwan.

He began to despise her old-fashioned dressing, her dull-witted nature, and would avoid contact for months under petty excuses.

Recently, a web drama starring Zhang Chengye accidentally soared in popularity. As a result, he upgraded to a second-tier male star, with his fan base exploding.

The so-called stepping into success begins with severing intimate ties.

She didn't wait for the long-awaited happiness, but received his breakup text instead.

Reluctant to give up, Sang Feiwan sought out Zhang Chengye for explanations, only to be photographed by the media, spawning theories of Zhang Chengye having a girlfriend.

The next day, Zhang Chengye clarified on Weibo: "She's just an over-enthusiastic fan. Plus she seems unstable. I haven't dated, and I was quite startled too."

Heartbroken, Sang Feiwan wandered the streets absent-mindedly and ran into Zhang Chengye's brainless fans who accused her of tarnishing the fandom's reputation. Amidst the shoving, Sang Feiwan accidentally slipped into a river, meeting her tragic end.

When Sang Feiwan crossed over, the original owner's body was already cold, with only a parting spirit asking her to pass a message to Zhang Chengye: "I agree to break up."

Therefore, that's why Sang Feiwan ended up here.

Since she's breaking up, she must of course announce it widely.

"Brother Zhang is a huge star now, and the image crafted by the company for him is that of a pure-hearted idol that can't be involved in love or marriage. The breakup is just so as not to delay your youth, it's for your own good."

"You're being persistent. Is this all about wanting money? If one million isn’t enough, we can negotiate."

"We didn’t bring up the money stuff before because Brother Zhang was too busy, not because he's stingy."

"Are you going to sign this or not? If you dare to spread rumors, we have ways to deal with you!"

Sang Feiwan laughed, feeling sorry for her naive past self.

Her odd smile scared the assistant, "What are you up to, really?”

“Alright, I agree to break up.”

After she finished, she suddenly stood up and rushed towards the stage.

She moved so fast that before the assistant could react, she had already reached the edge of the stage, then with a light hop, she jumped onto the 1.8-meter-high stage.

Thankfully, this area was dimly lit so nobody noticed, otherwise it would have been a shock.

Zhang Chengye was passionately singing on stage when suddenly his microphone was snatched, and he was faced with a familiar face.

“You… how did you get up here?”

This move was genuinely too fast, so swift even the security didn’t have time to react, the crowd below was in an uproar.

Zhang Chengye quickly lowered his voice, “Stop messing around, get down! If one million isn’t enough, I can give you two million, three million!”

“Feiwan, it was not easy for me to get to this position. Please don't ruin me for our past relationship. Feiwan, have you forgotten you said you would do anything for me?”

Sang Feiwan said in a detached tone, "I agree to break up."

Zhang Chengye was pleased to himself: he knew very well that Sang Feiwan was deeply in love with him and could be soothed with a few sugar-coated words, she wouldn't truly dare to cause a scene. After sending her off, resorting to the old trick of calling her an obsessive fan would do the job.

However, the next moment, Sang Feiwan suddenly announced loudly into the microphone, "Zhang Chengye, I agree to break up. However, I think it's best to return some things to you."

With that, she took out a stack of photos from their high school days, evidences of the once naive love.

During Sang Feiwan’s hardest and most tiring times, the pictures assured her that everything was worth it. She would even fall asleep holding their photos.

Now, she was returning them to him on behalf of the old Sang Feiwan! And everyone present were witnesses!

When Zhang Chengye saw the photos, his face drastically changed and he reached out to snatch them.

However, Sang Feiwan diverted her hand and tossed the photos towards the crowd below the stage...

This action successfully landed both Sang Feiwan and Zhang Chengye on the trending topics.

Afterwards, Sang Feiwan no longer concerned herself with anything related to Zhang Chengye.

She had fulfilled her promise to the original host. Now, it was time to live for herself!

And to live, the first thing to do was to fill her stomach.

In the past, Sang Feiwan used all her money to support her man, owning nothing but an old phone, a few cheap clothes, half a month's rent in debt, and only three cents left in her pocket.

The new Sang Feiwan was completely unfamiliar with everything in this world.

It wasn't until her stomach had been growling for two days that she finally realized she was hungry and needed to eat!

She really couldn't be blamed for her lack of awareness, mainly because when she was cultivating immortality, she spent hundreds of years unaware of what it's like to be hungry.

However, now that all her cultivation skills were lost, she aimlessly wandered around with a rumbling stomach, unable to find a way to earn money.

Eventually, she found herself at the corner of a park, looking up to heaven and asking, "What is a quick way to earn money?"

"Live streaming!" - God, no, it was an old man who answered her.

The old man was watching a pretty young woman live streaming on his phone, his face full of wrinkles as he smiled.

Sang Feiwan leaned in to take a look and saw a sweet-looking girl with a round face passionately singing on the old man's phone.

The singing was nice, but it was lip-syncing.

The old man, however, was smitten with it, expertly typing out his cheesy romantic sentiment:

"You take my breath away, darling. You have my heart, you have my soul. I tipped you all my savings yesterday, did you get it?"

His heartfelt confession was soon buried under a barrage of streaming comments.

With a sharp eye, Sang Feiwan spotted one comment said, "Squatting here with my dad for the beautiful girl, squatting at the handsome guy's stream with my mom—wait, the handsome guy just got his account banned, my mom's so upset she can't eat."

As the old man continued to watch the stream and occasionally turning to her, he sincerely advised, "Young girl, you are quite pretty yourself, why not learn from my sweetheart and become a streamer. Speaking of, do you sing or dance?"

Sang Feiwan shook her head.

The old man asked again, "Then, what can you do?"

Sang Feiwan, devoid of her powers, used to summon winds and command the rain, unbeatable. But now, she was like a good-for-nothing.

She pondered seriously for a while and could only come up with one thing, "Reading fortunes."

This skill did not require any spiritual power, hence she could still do it.

The old man chuckled as he said, "Young lady, don't tell me you read a few divination books and you think you're a god now?"

Sang Feiwan stared at him for a moment and calmly said, "In half a minute, you're going to hit with a blood disaster. The only way to avoid it is to turn off your mobile phone."