He raised his head to look at Li Weiyi and asked, “Where is this? What happened?”

Before he finished speaking, Li Weiyi pounced on him like a baby bird, tightly hugging his waist, her face buried in his chest.

Zhang Jingchan froze, lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Li Weiyi’s heart felt unbearably sour. With tears in her eyes, she answered, “You were in a vegetative state for eight years.”

Zhang Jingchan was stunned, sighed, then patted her head and said, “It’s nothing. It passed like a single sleep.”

Li Weiyi understood what he meant. Originally, each time they traveled through time, eight years passed in an instant—iteration and覆盖—it really was just like taking a nap. But at this moment, Li Weiyi had fully absorbed all the emotions and memories of “Li Weiyi” from this life. She felt as if she had truly waited eight years, with so much grievance and love, yet she couldn’t speak it aloud.

Now Li Weiyi finally understood the frustrated feelings Zhang Jingchan had faced that day. She had been here loving him earth-shakingly, yet he had merely taken a long nap.

Li Weiyi was quite annoyed and vigorously rubbed her nose and tears on his chest. But subconsciously she didn’t want him to know that she had done the same foolishly devoted thing he had. She straightened up and said nonchalantly, “Well, wasn’t I afraid you’d never wake up? How would I handle things alone after that?”

Zhang Jingchan held her shoulder with one hand, looking at her red eyes and nose tip, and lightly scraped the bridge of her nose with his index finger knuckle, asking, “Can’t do without me that much?”

This man was at it again. Li Weiyi turned her head away, not letting him touch her.

But then she heard him speak again in a flat tone, “I don’t think that’s quite true. Before I even opened my eyes, I heard someone trying to poach my woman. After eight years in a vegetative state, who knows how loose this wallflower has become.”

Li Weiyi was so annoyed she laughed, pushing him, but he caught her hand. Li Weiyi said, “Oh, come on! I already told you the previous life was an accident. In this life I’ve never agreed to anything with him—completely innocent!”

Zhang Jingchan held her hand and wouldn’t let go, smiling faintly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head and looked toward the partially open door.

“What is it?” Li Weiyi got up and walked over, pulling open the door. She just caught sight of the corner of a black coat flash past the stairway landing and disappear. She paused slightly, closed the door, and walked back to sit by the bed.

“It seemed like Xu Yi. I don’t know if he never left or came back again. He might have heard. What should we do?”

Zhang Jingchan lifted the blanket, trying very slowly to put his legs down from the bed. Seeing this, Li Weiyi immediately helped with practiced movements, moving his legs down one by one, then gathered the blanket and tucked it behind his waist for him to lean against. Zhang Jingchan watched her movements without saying anything.

Once Zhang Jingchan was settled, he slowly lifted his feet in small movements to exercise them, saying at the same time, “It’s fine. I suspect he already guessed.”

Li Weiyi’s eyes widened. “You mean… he guessed that we’ve swapped?”

Zhang Jingchan supported his opposite shoulder joint with one hand and began rotating it, nodding in response, “Even Li Yunmo could tell. Xu Yi is such a shrewd person, and he’s been pursuing you so aggressively—there’s no way he didn’t notice.”

Li Weiyi thought about it, then glanced at Zhang Jingchan a couple of times and said, “Then he’s quite bold too. Isn’t he afraid that one day I’ll actually agree to be with him, and then swap with you again? At that point it would be you and him…”

Zhang Jingchan never expected her thinking would leap to such a peculiar angle. After a moment of silence, he said irritably, “You’re quite considerate of him.”

Li Weiyi burst out laughing.

“What if he can’t make a mistake?” Zhang Jingchan said again.

Li Weiyi froze.

Footsteps sounded outside the door again, and both of them fell silent.

The door was pushed open. Li Yunmo stood in the doorway covered in sweat, looking at the two people sitting face to face in the room, dumbstruck. “Am I dreaming…”