Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 314: Leave Your Feather Loss Problem to Me

Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Leave Your Feather Loss Problem to Me

Song Lianhe was truly heartbroken!

Even though she kept telling herself that Zhou Cangyan had only forgotten her because of the plot’s constraints and hadn’t done it on purpose, she was still miserable.

"CHIRP CHIRP—"

As if sensing her foul mood, Chun Hua flew in through the window and landed on the table. It tilted its head to look at the person slumped over the desk, then gave her a few gentle pecks.

Song Lianhe lifted her head and complained to the bird, "Chun Hua, he’s had a change of heart."

Chun Hua tilted its little head again, then nuzzled against her hand.

Song Lianhe stroked its nearly bald head. "You’re all I have left."

"CHIRP~"

Chun Hua nuzzled into her palm again.

Its goofy antics made Song Lianhe laugh. Seeing that she was no longer sad, Chun Hua put even more effort into cheering her up.

She knew what it was trying to do. It was apologizing on Zhou Cangyan’s behalf.

Song Lianhe sighed softly. "How could I really be angry with him? It’s not his fault he doesn’t remember me. I understand all of that."

Chun Hua raised its head, its pea-sized eyes gazing at her with a look of half-understanding.

"For your sake, I’ll give him one more chance!"

"CHIRP!"

Song Lianhe stared at Chun Hua, suddenly recalling what she had told Song Xilan before: every character who appeared here, no matter how minor, must have a purpose.

She was the famous villain.

’And Chun Hua? The kingpin of the Bird World?’

’A bird like Chun Hua, who could connect the novel to the real world, couldn’t just be a mascot, right?’

She suddenly leaned in, resting her chin on the table, and stared eye-to-eye with Chun Hua.

Chun Hua only held its ground for a moment before growing timid. Its claws scraped against the tabletop as it quietly shuffled back a couple of steps. Just as it spread its wings with a THWAP to fly away, Song Lianhe shot out a hand and grabbed its tarsus. Chun Hua struggled, flapping its wings frantically.

Song Lianhe let out a cold snort and dragged it back toward her.

"Tell me, how could I have forgotten about you, you annoying little thing?"

Her face suddenly loomed close, startling Chun Hua. "You’re the first-person perspective, aren’t you!"

Chun Hua tilted its head, feigning its usual clueless look.

Song Lianhe rolled her eyes, then with a cold smile, she reached out and fiddled with the few countable, grayish-white feathers on its head.

"Hua, let’s play a game. It’s called ’Chirp or I Pluck.’ The rules are simple: I ask a question, and you give me a chirp. If you don’t... I pluck a feather. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?"

Chun Hua jerked its body backward. For a bird, it did a surprisingly good impression of someone sucking in a sharp, horrified breath.

"Alright, let the game begin."

Song Lianhe pinned it down with one hand while her other hovered over its head, thumb and forefinger poised to "pinch."

"First question: Are you the first-person perspective?"

Chun Hua stared at her with its beak agape, its expression seeming to say: ’Don’t you think it’s a bit presumptuous to discuss first-person perspectives with a bird that can’t even solve its own molting problem?’

"Not talking?"

Song Lianhe nodded and smiled. "In that case..."

Before Chun Hua could react, her two fingers swiftly plucked out a feather.

"SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK—"

’You really plucked it??’

"Second question: Are you the first-person perspective?"

Chun Hua was now struggling for its life, and a frantic jumble of chirps and squawks erupted from its beak.

It was so frantic it felt like it might start speaking human words at any second.

’Is that the second question? It’s clearly the same as the first!’

’She already plucked one, what more does she want?!’

This time, Song Lianhe didn’t even give a warning. She just swiftly plucked another one!

Chun Hua felt like it was about to fall apart.

Its two small, round eyes slowly filled with tears.

"And now for the third question," Song Lianhe said, her smile as pleasant as ever. "Are you the first-person perspective?"

This time, she didn’t even wait for an answer after asking. Her hand moved to pluck another one, as if she was starting to enjoy it.

But just as her hand was about to descend, Chun Hua THWAPPED its wings open to block her, its little head nodding frantically—

’Yes, yes, yes, yes!’

’Yes! Is that good enough for you, Your Majesty?!’

Song Lianhe smiled.

"You should have just said so! Look, you barely have any feathers to begin with, and I had to pluck two of them..."

Furious, Chun Hua flopped onto its back on the table, its body twitching. It looked exactly like someone who had lost an argument but was too proud to admit defeat.

"Don’t be mad. From now on, we can be honest with each other!" She poked Chun Hua, but the bird completely ignored her. ’Waster of feathers!’

Song Lianhe didn’t mind. In fact, her mood improved greatly. At least she wasn’t fighting a lone battle anymore.

She leaned on the table, looking at it with a grin. "Hua, let me ask you, is there a solution to this situation?"

Chun Hua kicked its legs out, shut its eyes, and lay there, stiff as a board.

"Heh."

Song Lianhe looked down and chuckled. "Coincidentally, among that pile of herbs Gu Ha found for me the other day, I can mix a remedy. This medicine can cure your skin condition and solve your balding problem once and for all!"

As if jolted back from its deathbed, Chun Hua shot up, its eyes wide as it stared at her.

"In the future, you will have a coat of soft, strong, and splendidly colorful feathers! You will become the ’Scottish Highland cow’ or the ’Siberian forest cat’ of the Falconidae family!"

Chun Hua let out a great squawk, spreading a pair of wings nearly three feet long. It was instantly revitalized!

Song Lianhe sat up straight as well, her expression serious. "From now on, leave your feather-loss problem to me!"

"SQUAWK—"

"Now then, let’s discuss the current situation."

"SQUAWK!"

Song Lianhe chuckled softly, then suddenly asked, "You’re an anomaly here, just like me, aren’t you?"

She refused to believe any normal bird could be this capable! Chun Hua, like her, was one of the only two special existences here.

"If so, give me five!"

Chun Hua tilted its head from side to side, then slowly, it extended its right claw...

"!"

Song Lianhe almost collapsed on the table laughing.

’I knew it!’

Now that this was settled, communication would be much simpler.

A short while later, the human and the bird occupied opposite ends of the table with a plate of walnuts between them. Song Lianhe would pick one up and push it over. Chun Hua would CRACK the shell with a single peck of its beak, and Song Lianhe would take it back, shell out the nut, eat half, and give the other half to Chun Hua.

"...So, according to you, what’s happening to me now is because the author is revising the novel? She deleted my character?"

"CHIRP~"

Song Lianhe felt this was unfair. "Why?! Song Lianhe is crucial for driving so much of the plot! Without her as the Villainess, how are they supposed to highlight the heroine’s white lotus nature?"

Chun Hua shrugged its wings, as if to say it couldn’t help.

Song Lianhe frowned, then suddenly leaned in close, her expression dark as she stared into its eyes. "Then how did a character like me, who was deleted by the author, come back?"

Chun Hua stiffened and backed away, shaking its head from side to side.

’I don’t know!’

’Stay away!’

But its darting eyes betrayed it.

"You know? But... you can’t say?"

Chun Hua immediately nodded frantically.

Song Lianhe acknowledged this with a hum, having already guessed as much.

Even if you transmigrated into a book, the world of the novel had untouchable rules. It was like a "delete key"—one gentle press, and everything vanished into thin air.