Li Weiyi thought that since their relationship was so close, she raised her fist and gave him a solid punch. He let out an exaggerated scream, looking quite pleased.

Fine, Li Weiyi thought. Now she knew how to interact with him.

Li Yunmo asked: “You’re really okay now?”

Li Weiyi: “What could be wrong?” Confrontation was the way to go.

Li Yunmo perfunctorily finished showing concern for his brother, his eyes once again glued to the Ferrari. His father was Zhang’s father’s right-hand man, but casually buying him a Ferrari to drive—that was impossible.

“Brother Chan, let’s go!”

Li Weiyi remained immovable as a mountain.

Nineteen-year-old Zhang Jingchan had gotten his driver’s license. She had not.

But Li Weiyi was anxious to go home and see her sister. Watching Li Yunmo caress the Ferrari lovingly, unable to let go, her mind turned. She rubbed her temples and said: “My head’s still a bit dizzy. I don’t want to drive. Can you drive?”

Li Yunmo was shocked: “This little beauty’s first time… you’re giving it to me?”

Li Weiyi: “…Yes, yes, yes. Just tell me if you can drive or not.”

“I can! Why couldn’t I? Didn’t we get our licenses together? Brother Chan, get in the car. Watch me show you my skills.”

The two got in the car. At first, Li Yunmo indeed drove flashily, randomly stomping on the gas pedal. The arrogant engine sound and the strong back-thrust, along with several ostentatious drifting turns, threw Li Weiyi into complete disorientation. But to maintain her persona, she accompanied Li Yunmo’s wild screaming with a pale face.

Pretending to be a juvenile delinquent was really too difficult!

Fortunately, after playing around for a bit, Li Yunmo himself got dizzy, and the car gradually drove more smoothly. On the road they even encountered traffic police checking licenses. Li Yunmo had driven his own car over this morning and carried his license with him. Li Weiyi took the opportunity to quickly glance at it, thus learning this fool’s name.

The Li family lived in an old dormitory building belonging to a work unit. They had bought a second-hand apartment on the first floor. Li Yunmo parked the car outside their courtyard and said in surprise: “Isn’t this the home of the girl you saved yesterday? The two of us even helped bring her here.” He looked at Li Weiyi and smiled mischievously: “Oh—”

Li Weiyi got out of the car and stared blankly at this old house from her memories.

The person Zhang Jingchan saved yesterday was actually herself? Come to think of it, she did remember that during her second year of high school, she had accidentally fallen into a pond and been saved by someone. But at the time she was dazed and confused, only remembering that her rescuer was a young boy. She hadn’t looked at his face carefully at all. Later, her parents said the other party had left without saying goodbye and never appeared again. They couldn’t even find him to express their thanks.

That person had actually been Zhang Jingchan. So the two of them had met so early. And she had owed him her life all along without knowing it.

Li Weiyi had grown up in this house. Later on, her parents had continued living here. This building was already over ten years old, with gray-white walls and a dark brown roof. Their home wasn’t large—just a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. Its advantage was that it was square and airy. At the entrance was a small courtyard. Father Li had woven a bamboo fence that was neat and beautiful. Mother Li had planted some cabbage, peppers, and bitter melon in the courtyard—fresh and tasty. But now it was winter, and the courtyard was bare.

Li Weiyi stood outside the fence. Through the window glass, there were figures inside.

Li Yunmo fidgeted beside her: “Should we go in? Are you worried about that girl, or have you taken a liking to her? Come to think of it, I didn’t expect you to suddenly jump into the water yesterday.”

His words reminded Li Weiyi that she was now in Zhang Jingchan’s body. Going in rashly would frighten her parents. Coming to visit the rescued person was actually a good excuse.

Li Weiyi pulled out a hundred yuan from her wallet and handed it to Li Yunmo: “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m not interested in her. I’m just coming to check on her—might as well finish what I started. If you turn right at that building ahead and walk about fifty meters, there’s a small shop. Go buy some milk and fruit. We can’t go in empty-handed.”

Li Yunmo also thought Zhang Jingchan couldn’t possibly be interested in that little girl. After all, he had a girlfriend.

However, Li Yunmo looked at the hundred yuan with disdain: “Just this much?” He found it too embarrassing to present.

Li Weiyi: “It’s enough.” After all, she would need to pay Zhang Jingchan back later.

Li Yunmo took it, frowning: “What’s wrong with you today? So girly and so stingy.”

Li Weiyi: “…”

While waiting for Li Yunmo on the spot, Li Weiyi looked down at this body. At least one meter eighty tall—her line of sight was so far from the ground that she still wasn’t used to it. After all, she had only been one meter sixty before. Black jacket, white hoodie, gray sweatpants, and on her feet a pair of oddly shaped Jordan sneakers.

She had woken up anxious to save her sister and hadn’t thought deeply about many things. For instance, could she still change back to herself? Could she return to eight years later? In other words, how long would she stay in 2014?

If she couldn’t go back for a while, she should play him more convincingly to facilitate her actions.

What was nineteen-year-old Zhang Jingchan like?

Two faces floated up in Li Weiyi’s mind. One was the twenty-seven-year-old stern corporate president. The other was the youthfully invincible, rebellious young man from this morning’s mirror. She carefully savored that vigorous youthful spirit and the restrained mature masculinity from eight years later, seeming to find a bit of that feeling… mm, her face was getting a bit red.

When Li Yunmo returned carrying the items, he saw his Brother Chan leaning sideways against the unit building wall, hands in pockets, one foot propped against the grimy wall, his expression both foul and arrogant. But Li Yunmo had eaten this up since childhood. He just thought his Brother Chan was insanely handsome and cool, which was why he willingly served as a sidekick.

Li Yunmo trotted over eagerly: “Bro, I’ve bought everything.”

Li Weiyi hummed in acknowledgment, took the items, and led him to knock on the door.

The door opened.

A man in his forties appeared—medium height, upright features, with some worry between his brows. He studied them both, hesitating: “You are…”

Yesterday, Zhang Jingchan had brought Li Weiyi, who had fallen into the water nearby, back home, handed her over to them, and left. Father Li had only briefly met him in a rush and hadn’t looked carefully.

Li Weiyi looked at her father, seven or eight years younger, her eyes moistening. She struggled to hold back and said: “Uncle, I’m the one who saved Li Weiyi yesterday. I came today to check on her. Is she alright?”

A woman in her early forties walked out from behind Father Li—it was Li Weiyi’s mother. She had always been slender and frail. Her eyes were red as she said: “It’s you two! Yesterday you left in such a hurry we didn’t get to thank you, and today you’ve come to see Weiyi. How can we accept this?” After saying this, she began to cry.

Seeing her cry, Li Weiyi’s tears nearly fell. She asked Father Li: “Why… is she crying?”

Father Li: “Sigh, you two come in.”

Li Weiyi and Li Yunmo followed Father Li into the room. An absurd thought popped into her mind—could it be that Zhang Jingchan had ended up in her body, couldn’t accept reality, and gone mad? Become autistic?

That couldn’t be, right? She could quickly accept reality and actively change her fate. Zhang Jingchan was even more shrewd and decisive than her. Her parents were very honest people—wouldn’t it be easy for him to fool them?

As a young girl, Li Weiyi had always shared a bedroom with her sister—two single beds. Right now her sister’s bed was empty with no one in it. Only seventeen-year-old Li Weiyi lay on the bed. Her eyes were closed, her complexion pale with an abnormal flush. Her hands were placed on her chest, clenched tightly into fists.

Li Weiyi froze for a moment. The feeling of looking at herself was truly very peculiar. She asked: “What’s wrong with her?”

Father Li answered: “Yesterday at the hospital they said nothing was wrong, so we came back. But today Weiyi has slept until now without waking up. No matter how we call her, she won’t wake, and she hasn’t eaten anything either. Just now I called the doctor from the clinic next door to come look at her. He said she has a slight fever and might be in shock, which is why she won’t wake up. He’s already given her a fever-reducing injection and said to keep observing. Her mother has been thinking this and that, worried sick.”

Li Weiyi pulled over the chair by the desk with practiced ease, sat down by the bed, and stared at that extremely familiar face.

At seventeen, she still had baby fat in her cheeks, rosy-cheeked and fresh-faced, her childishness not yet shed. Her eyelashes didn’t move at all. She slept unconscious to the world.

Had Zhang Jingchan come to this body?

Or had only she alone come over? Was this still seventeen-year-old Li Weiyi? Was her arrival causing her coma?

Li Weiyi gently picked up the small hand of the person before her, held it in both hands, and gazed at her tenderly and worriedly, falling into anxious contemplation.

The three people behind her: “…”

Mother Li immediately nudged Father Li. Li Yunmo whistled.

Father Li’s face turned alternately green and red: “Young man, let go of her hand!”