Never let them know you can see!
Never let them know you can see!!!
Drowsily, Fang Xiu opened his sleepy eyes, and on the pristine white ceiling, dense blood-red words pierced his vision.
His eyes were glassy, his pupils slightly dilated, and he looked dazed, like someone who had just woken up. But the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he jolted out of bed with a startle like a frightened bird.
He sat up straight.
"This...this..."
Fang Xiu looked up, a look of horror and astonishment at the blood-red words covering the ceiling. The crimson characters, densely packed across the ceiling, were twisted and distorted, like living, wriggling tadpoles, a sense of the grotesque.
His mind was completely blank. He couldn't comprehend why he had woken up from his sleep to find his bedroom ceiling covered in words, as if someone had bitten their finger and written them one by one. "What's going on? Who wrote on my ceiling?"
"Don't... let them know. You can see?"
Fang Xiu subconsciously read the dense blood-red words on the ceiling.
But the next second, the blood-red words covering the ceiling vanished, abruptly, as if they had never appeared.
Fang Xiu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then looked up again. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see any blood-red words, only a pristine white ceiling.
"How is this possible?! Did I sleep too much? Did I get too much reward? Am I hallucinating? Or am I dreaming?" Fang Xiu began to question his own vision. "But the words just now were so clear, so real."
Such an eerie occurrence made Fang Xiu inexplicably nervous, his heart beating rapidly.
Whether it was an illusion or reality, Fang Xiu wanted nothing more than to leave the bedroom and get some fresh air.
But just as he was about to leave the bed, his eyes instinctively glanced around, and his whole body froze, as if struck by lightning. "This isn't my bedroom!"
"What the hell is going on? Am I still dreaming?"
Fang Xiu stared in disbelief at the unfamiliar room before him. The desk, computer, wardrobe, bed—everything felt incredibly unfamiliar.
He was certain this wasn't his bedroom.
"Where the hell is this!?"
Fang Xiu hadn't drunk alcohol yesterday, nor had he walked into the wrong house. After working overtime, he clearly remembered returning home, eating a bowl of instant noodles, going to bed to watch a porn movie, and then falling asleep exhausted.
But now, the instant noodle bucket on the bedside table was gone, as were the two used rolls of toilet paper that had been thrown on the floor yesterday.
Everything was too neat, and too unfamiliar.
"What the hell is going on?" Fang Xiu muttered in disbelief. The next second, a chaotic, unfamiliar memory flooded his mind, causing him to lose consciousness slightly.
After a moment, Fang Xiu regained consciousness and stared blankly at his palm. "Have I...traveled through time?"
"Traveled to a parallel world similar to my previous life?"
Fang Xiu's thoughts raced. The unfamiliar memories he had just experienced were those of this body's original owner. They were too numerous and too disjointed for him to digest all at once. After all, they represented twenty years of life experience, and it was impossible to absorb them all in a single moment. He could only pick out the important memories first.
The original owner of this body was also named Fang Xiu. Like the Fang Xiu who traveled through time, they were both orphans, of similar age and nearly identical in appearance, as ordinary as Louis Koo.
The only difference was their life trajectories and the world they were in.
The Fang Xiu who traveled through time had received financial support from kind-hearted individuals, and through his own hard work, he had been admitted to a key university and was currently attending.
The Fang Xiu here was not so fortunate. Due to lack of money, he was forced to drop out of high school before finishing to work, and currently worked as a salesperson at a real estate sales office.
The world's setting was similar to his previous life, but many historical events and characters had become irrelevant. "But even if I've traveled through time, what's with that blood-red text? Nothing this bizarre ever happened in the memories of the original owner of this body?"
The strange blood-red text gave Fang Xiu a bad feeling. He searched his mind, but found nothing relevant.
Just then, suddenly!
A gentle female voice rang out from outside the bedroom.
"Hubby, it's time for breakfast."
Fang Xiu was startled by the sudden voice, then froze. Husband!?
Has the parallel-world me been married so long? Or is it my girlfriend? After all, boyfriends and girlfriends often address each other that way.
He hurriedly recalled his wife, but his thoughts were interrupted the next second by a graceful figure in a white, strapless silk nightgown.
The moment he saw his wife, Fang Xiu's eyes widened, and he lost his focus slightly.
Had seen so many beautiful women in short videos, Fang Xiu had thought he was already quite attuned to beauty. But when he saw his wife, his first reaction was not only astonishment, but also sheer astonishment. The woman before him was truly, almost too beautiful.
She wore a pristine white silk nightgown with suspenders, soft and form-fitting, outlining her perfectly curvaceous figure.
The dress was short, barely covering her rounded figure. A pair of long, white legs were exposed to the air, shimmering with a cool white hue, like the world's most precious white jade.
Her complexion wasn't just ordinary white, but rather cool white, commonly known as cold white skin, a paleness so cold that it appeared to the naked eye with a slightly pinkish undertone.
From her cool, pale shoulders hung only two slender white straps.
Her swan-like neck and delicate, beautiful collarbone were fully revealed. With such an exquisite and perfect figure, even with a face rated 60 points, she would still be considered a beauty.
But her face was more than 60 points. If Fang Xiu were to rate it, he would give it 99 points. Any less would be to prevent her from becoming overly proud. It was a face that perfectly embodied the gentleness and softness of a woman.
Her autumn-water eyes gazed at Fang Xiu with affection, and a gentle smile graced her face. That smile was so healing, as if it could heal all the wounds within him. Fang Xiu suddenly felt that time travel wasn't such a bad idea. At least, if he hadn't, he would never have found such a beautiful and gentle wife.
"Honey, you're awake. It's time for breakfast," his wife said softly, her face as gentle as water.
Fang Xiu was about to agree. After all, when talking to someone, being able to respond within two seconds makes you appear wise.
But he didn't know how to address the woman before him. Should he call her by her name, "wife?" "Wife?" "Baby?" "Sweetheart?" "Good daughter?" His mind frantically recalled memories of his wife.
The memories of the previous owner of this body were too numerous for Fang Xiu to digest all at once. Those memories were stored in his brain's database, requiring Fang Xiu to input commands to retrieve them.
While searching for memories of his wife, he...something horrifying happened. My wife's name, no! Her dating history, no! Her special skills and hobbies, no! Her favorite positions, no!
Nothing!! In fact, there was no memory of this person at all.
How...how is this possible!?
The original owner of this body was celibate, so where did this wife come from?
Fang Xiu suddenly felt his blood freeze, his heart skipping a beat. Looking at his wife's gentle smile, his throat felt dry, as if something was stuck, and he couldn't speak.
Two seconds had passed.
My wife was very patient, her face still adorned with a gentle, watery smile. Strangely, her smile never shifted, as precise as a robot, maintaining a constant arc and angle, even the size of the curve of her eyes remained unchanged.
Paired with her cold, pale skin, it gave the illusion of being inanimate.
It was as if a beautiful face had been carved into a piece of delicate, white porcelain. This was simply unbelievable, because humans are living beings, with heartbeats and breathing. Just as it's difficult for someone to remain silent for extended periods without blinking, it's equally difficult for them to maintain a flawless smile, even without the slightest tremor of their eyelashes.
Somehow, stared at with such a smile, Fang Xiu no longer felt the gentleness he'd felt before, instead feeling a chill down his spine.
The healing that had once been there was now turning into a depressing feeling.
"Who...who are you?" Fang Xiu asked with some difficulty.
As she uttered this question, his wife's smile shifted.
Huge surprise flared in her eyes, and her once gentle smile widened dramatically, forming a startling curve at the corners of her mouth.
"You can see me!" A voice filled with suppressed ecstasy emanated from his wife's mouth.