So, was it possible that he didn’t even remember how he had come into this world?

So, was it also possible that he… that he was actually the Ninth Imperial Uncle, who had lost his memory?

Jiu’er’s heart pounded wildly, thumping without pause.

Time and space had become tangled, thrown into complete chaos. She couldn’t be certain whether she and the Ninth Imperial Uncle had arrived here at the same time.

She was even less certain whether they had arrived by the same means.

Or perhaps, they had both been reincarnated?

No, what was she even thinking? Such messy, nonsensical things.

What kind of world had such strange happenings in it?

But then, she herself had crossed over twice already. If even crossing over could exist, then what was so bizarre about this?

“You… why did you say that maybe I… am the girl from your dream?” This was the crucial part, though she wasn’t even sure it was truly so crucial.

Jiu’er’s heart was in disarray. At this moment, she didn’t even know what she wanted to ask.

Lu Beicheng stared at her face. “A few years ago, I dreamed of a girl. She kept calling out to me, telling me to come to this place.”

“Ying’an City?”

“No. Bei Mu City.”

Jiu’er’s heart pounded even harder. “Then she… who is she?”

“I couldn’t make out her face clearly. After that first dream, for years afterward, I dreamed of her almost every night, until…”

His five fingers suddenly tightened, and Zhen Jiu’er was pulled a little closer.

This distance—it was a bit too much!

Jiu’er instinctively raised her hand, pressing it against his chest, trying to push him away.

But his chest was scalding hot.

That heat startled her, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

And so, in the midst of their pulling and pushing, the distance between them only grew smaller.

“Until you appeared. After that, the dream stopped for a few days, and then it changed.”

“Changed… how?” Jiu’er didn’t even know what she was expecting, but somehow, she truly seemed to be expecting something.

Why was that?

“I heard that girl calling out to me.”

The color of Lu Beicheng’s eyes deepened gradually—whether because of what he was about to say, or because of how close they now stood.

“What did she call you?” Jiu’er’s hands, having nowhere else to settle, had at some point gripped the front of his clothes.

Her heartbeat raced, almost to the point of being unbearable.

What did this dream have to do with her?

It clearly had nothing to do with her, and yet, it somehow seemed to matter a great deal.

Lu Beicheng’s burning breath fell against her face as he spoke: “She called me… Ninth Imperial Uncle.”

It felt as if the earth had suddenly stopped turning.

The entire world fell silent.

Jiu’er could hear nothing else. In her mind, in her heart, there was only one sentence: She called me Ninth Imperial Uncle.

Ninth Imperial Uncle!

That girl had called him Ninth Imperial Uncle.

Then he and the Ninth Imperial Uncle…

“Ninth Master! Ninth Master!”

Outside, footsteps approached—Ji Mingyu’s voice, tinged with excitement. “Ninth Master, they… they’ve arrived!”

…

The main group had arrived.

What Zhen Jiu’er hadn’t expected was that Qiaoqiao had come too.

“I don’t know why, but this project was given to my father’s company. Even though we’re only responsible for clearing site debris and assisting with restoration work, this is Ninth Master’s company’s project! It’s enough to bring my father’s company back from the brink and let it grow rapidly.”

To Qiaoqiao, this truly felt like a dream come true.

“Jiu’er, did you put in a good word for me in front of Ninth Master? A single favor from him has practically made him our family’s savior! He’s really something else!”