Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 839 - 841: Greenery in the Space

Gong Ruini was submerged in her own world, completely unaware that her coma would stir up so much outside.

Gong Ruini felt like she was constantly walking in a place shrouded in thick mist, without any clue at all.

"Where is this?" Gong Ruini felt so anxious.

Gong Ruini felt she had been here for a really long time, but aside from herself, there was absolutely no one else.

Initially, Gong Ruini had tried crying and making a fuss, but no matter how much she struggled, there was absolutely nothing besides herself.

Gong Ruini had considered whether she might have been reborn again or possibly time-traveled.

For example, becoming a fetus, which frightened Gong Ruini half to death.

This time she was lucky to be a child, thanks to the more mature Zhao Xuran blocking for her; otherwise, anyone would notice something was off about her.

Gong Ruini couldn’t guarantee that she’d always have such good luck to have someone in front of her.

After listening for a long while and hearing no sound of water flow, Gong Ruini breathed a sigh of relief, at least she wasn’t in a womb.

As for the rest, it was nothing but mist, which drove Gong Ruini crazy.

"Going back from a digital society to one without television is already hard enough."

"I didn’t expect to actually end up in a place with absolutely nothing."

After panicking for a long time, Gong Ruini finally remembered she still had somewhere to go, "I forgot about that useless space."

Since obtaining this thing, Gong Ruini rarely entered the space, not only worried whether someone would discover it and cause trouble for her, but also felt there was no need to enter.

She would just put things she thought were nice in there, but she had collected quite a lot of books earlier and hadn’t had time to read them. Some books had been quietly sitting in the space for about seven or eight years now.

"Reading is always a good thing, no matter when it is."

"What if by some fluke, I go back to ancient times and become a scholar? I should still be well-read."

Having calmed down, Gong Ruini ignored her surroundings and quietly read in the space. She also found that no matter how much she tossed about, she never felt hungry.

This made Gong Ruini very curious, but fortunately, she didn’t feel hungry; otherwise, she would genuinely worry whether she might die in this unknown place.

With the thought that she didn’t know when she could leave, Gong Ruini thoroughly settled down, quietly nesting in the space to read.

When tired of reading, she’d wander outside for a while, shouting and yelling, hoping by chance to find a way out.

Though her stomach wouldn’t protest hunger, as a human, Gong Ruini wouldn’t forget food. Even though the things in her space were a bit scarce, she couldn’t resist her hoarding nature—whatever looked tasty or drinkable, she’d place in her space.

Anyway, the useless space could at least keep things fresh, so there were plenty of fruits.

This made Gong Ruini delighted, occasionally eating a mango or peach.

"Tastes like home." Gong Ruini didn’t know how long she had been in the space. In this foggy environment, without the sun rising and setting, she had no idea how many days had passed.

All she could do was try to support herself by recalling the happy times she spent with her family, and whenever she missed them, she’d eat fruit.

As for fruit pits, Gong Ruini thought of carelessly discarding them outside, but worried someone might be watching, thinking her reckless littering would prevent her from leaving.

So she casually placed them on the soil within the space. Anyway, they wouldn’t sprout; she could clean up after finding a way out later.

With the mindset that nothing would grow in the space, Gong Ruini genuinely didn’t notice anything unusual.

It wasn’t that Gong Ruini was careless; her sight was simply blocked by piles of books and other things, and she threw the fruit pits towards the soil without care, naturally not paying attention.

"Huh, why is there a tree?" Gong Ruini yawned, crawling out of bed, planning to go outside to vent before returning to continue reading.

In this place, besides not feeling hungry, you also wouldn’t feel tired to the point of wanting sleep— if you wished to read, you could endlessly continue.

Gong Ruini wasn’t someone who disliked sleep. After reading a certain number of pages, she’d go out to wander and vent, and after six rounds of venting, she’d come back to rest for a while.

Living such a routine life, she was greatly surprised to see the long-missed sight of greenery.

But wait, "Isn’t this space supposed to be barren?"

Gong Ruini had tried so hard to grow things inside but was constantly disappointed. How could there suddenly be a tree now?

No, it seemed there was more than one tree? At this moment, Gong Ruini noticed increasingly more greenery.

This, this, could it be that the fruit pits she threw over had sprouted?

Gong Ruini knew that with slight treatment, the fruit pits would sprout, grow into trees, and bear fruit, but she hadn’t done any treatment at all.

The most crucial thing was she hadn’t watered them, so how could they sprout?

Gong Ruini couldn’t understand it; could it be that her previous methods were all wrong, and in this space, you shouldn’t water plants?

"Ah, I won’t have to worry about running out of fruit now." Gong Ruini was so excited, earlier she was worried about the diminishing fruits, which bothered her a lot.

Now that there were fruit trees, would she ever lack fruit? Gong Ruini was sparkly-eyed, "I wonder how they’ll taste."

"I wonder if they can be taken out of the space."

Of course, what she thought most about was, "I wonder when I can eat them."

Gong Ruini wasn’t in a rush to go vent outside; after all, she had already bounced around so long without any commotion—if not to vent, she wouldn’t think of exercising. Gong Ruini really didn’t want to go out.

"So many seedlings." Gong Ruini’s eyes almost went blurry looking at the dense pack of seedlings shooting up.

Growing so tightly together wouldn’t be good for their growth, so Gong Ruini reluctantly fetched tools to transplant them, fortunately discovering it early. Had she noticed later, Gong Ruini genuinely worried whether her small arms and legs could transplant these trees well.

"Luckily, I snuck in some tools back then." Gong Ruini didn’t even realize her space contained tools like a shovel until she recalled for a long time without remembering.

After transplanting all the sprouted trees, Gong Ruini felt much better, "May they grow and bear fruit quickly."

As she wandered around this plot, Gong Ruini kept observing, and just by doing so, she noticed something, "How come this place feels bigger."

Initially, Gong Ruini thought she might have remembered wrong because she saw the stones she intentionally placed at the border were still there, yet she was confident about the number of steps.

"The steps are the same, but are my steps at age four the same as now?" Gong Ruini was baffled.

Everything seemed off, "This place hasn’t expanded in years."

Gong Ruini couldn’t understand; why was there such a big change in the space now?