Li Weiyi withdrew her hand. Uh… how awkward.

She lowered her head and shrank back against the window, wishing she could dig a hole in the ground with her toes. Why had she gotten so dizzy-headed and felt that beautiful sense of kinship with him as fellow sufferers adrift in the world? Talking so much on her own—how embarrassing! And perhaps because her emotions had been too agitated, her head seemed to hurt even more and feel even hotter.

The car was about to exit the tunnel.

“Five years.” A low voice sounded.

Li Weiyi: “…Hm?”

“My goal is to pay off those debts in five years at most.”

Li Weiyi’s eyes widened. Five years to pay off 700 million—that would truly be very, very impressive. In comparison, her own goals seemed so insignificant.

But he had also told her his goal.

Li Weiyi pressed her hand against her burning forehead and said, “Thank you, really thank you. You’re a truly good person. You’ll definitely achieve your goal. You’ll definitely be even more successful!”

Zhang Jingchan laughed softly, as if mocking himself, yet also as if he found it extremely amusing.

Li Weiyi didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. She almost instantly plunged into confused and grief-stricken dreams—a child’s crying, her father’s wailing, someone leaping from a rooftop… In her dreams, tears streamed down her face.

A vast expanse of white light spread before her eyes, swallowing everything and engulfing her as well.

——

Li Weiyi was awakened by sunlight, warm rays shining on her eyelids. Her head was dizzy and aching. She didn’t even think about why there would be sunlight at this hour. Supporting herself with her hands on the bed, she slowly sat up, yawned, touched her head—lucky, no fever.

Only then did she clearly see her surroundings, and her entire body froze as if under a paralyzing spell.

Where… was this?

A completely unfamiliar room, at least forty square meters. Painted a pale blue with a row of very beautiful crystal spotlights on the ceiling. Directly ahead against the wall stood a long table with a desktop computer, a laptop, a flashy keyboard, and at least five pairs of various black and white headphones hanging there.

Further along was a row of simple, light-colored wardrobes. Next to that was a large glass cabinet filled neatly with at least a hundred… colorful game figurines?

And she was sitting on a super-large bed at least two meters by two meters. The bedding was a very masculine deep blue, the bed frame gray. On the nightstand were another pair of headphones, a PSP, and a phone.

Could this be…

Zhang Jingchan’s room?

Li Weiyi immediately crossed her arms over her chest, protecting herself.

It was already daylight—he had brought her back to his home? Was he a beast in gentleman’s clothing with ulterior motives, or had he imprisoned her? What other explanation could there be? She had told him her home address.

Oh my god, it must be this. Look at him with his perfect appearance like a domineering CEO—who would have thought his room would be so juvenile, as if inhabited by a rebellious teenager? This was definitely split personality disorder!

So then, last night, what happened?

Li Weiyi suddenly looked down between her legs. Through the bedding, she couldn’t see anything, but whether it was psychological or not, she suddenly felt swelling there, her body feeling very wrong.

Cold sweat broke out from fear. She had been too naive. How could she have given him a “good person card” just because he was young, handsome, rich, talented, responsible, and had saved her? Even perverts wouldn’t be picky about someone plain like her! She had watched all those American and Korean dramas for nothing!

Li Weiyi nervously glanced at the door again. No movement, no one coming in. She immediately threw back the covers, wanting to check exactly how far he had violated her. When she looked, her entire body froze again.

Why did her legs look so long? And her feet—so big.

Li Weiyi’s eyes went straight, then she saw those large hands with distinct, powerful knuckles. She lifted up the oversized t-shirt and looked down the neckline, her mind buzzing.

Then she quickly dropped the t-shirt, closed her eyes, opened them, lifted the t-shirt again and looked.

Li Weiyi felt both ears starting to buzz, her mind hazy and blank. She looked around dazedly, as if in a dream. She swallowed, her gaze slowly falling again to between her legs… there was truly such swelling there.

She reached her hand into the pants and grasped it firmly.

Li Weiyi’s whole body jolted, recoiling as if electrocuted, as though she had touched a big pile of excrement. Instinctively she even wiped her hand on the sheets—after all, she didn’t even know whose body part this thing belonged to. She climbed down from the bed, her legs a bit weak, barely managing to stand steadily. Wobbling, she walked to a large floor-length mirror.

A stranger yet familiar person appeared in the mirror.

Li Weiyi stared straight at him.

Zhang Jingchan.

Li Weiyi recognized him at first glance. But this Zhang Jingchan… the Zhang Jingchan she had become… was very different from the man last night.

He looked much younger, not yet twenty, tall and thin, wearing a white t-shirt and boxer shorts, revealing lean and slender legs.

His hair was so fluffy and soft. Though the features were exactly the same, the person before her had a much softer and more immature appearance. That wild youthful spirit seemed ready to burst out of the mirror. How unlike last night’s Zhang Jingchan, whose every fiber carried the sharpness and restraint of a mature man.

Li Weiyi stood dazed for a long while before leaving the mirror in a daze. She realized there were many situations she needed to figure out, but more important than all that… she looked down and felt she was about to burst from the swelling.

Though there was no one else here, she entered the en-suite bathroom as if committing a crime.

A few minutes later, Li Weiyi emerged red-faced, holding a cloth to wipe the tile walls and fixtures.

She was truly… inexperienced.

She endured washing the cloth and washed her hands ten times. Finally feeling relieved all over, she returned to the bedroom and first picked up the phone. The date displayed:

Saturday, January 11, 2014, 9:37 AM.

She closed her eyes. She didn’t believe it!

She turned on the computer, the laptop—the date and time were all the same.

She found a backpack on the floor under the desk and pulled out books and notebooks to look at:

Central China University of Finance and Economics, Department of Economic Management, Sophomore, Zhang Jingchan.

Central China Finance and Economics—another 985 university in the province, ranked even above Li Weiyi’s alma mater.

Every page of notes inside matched the dates.

Li Weiyi collapsed back onto the bed.

Was this a dream?

She pinched her thigh—it wasn’t her own leg anyway—hiss, it hurt!

And besides, how could a dream possibly be this real?

Li Weiyi stared at the ceiling for a while, then suddenly sprang up.

If this was real, if she had become Zhang Jingchan from eight years ago…

Had Zhang Jingchan also come back? Where had he gone? Had they switched bodies? What was happening to their bodies in 2022? Was this another spacetime?

…

All the bizarre absurdities didn’t matter and didn’t need to be urgently investigated.

What mattered was that she remembered—her sister Li Xiaoyi had accepted Zhou Zhihao’s fierce pursuit in 2014. In other words—

Her sister was still alive.

She was still her healthy, fresh sister who hadn’t suffered any of the later torments.

It was January now. Her sister hadn’t even officially gotten together with Zhou Zhihao yet!

Li Weiyi’s entire face flushed red with excitement. She randomly grabbed a set of clothes from the closet and put them on, then rushed to the door in one swift motion. She grabbed the door handle, paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and yanked open this new world.