Misfortune Picks on the Hard-Luck

Qin Jishi's head throbbed with agony, and his expression changed.

Zhang Shiqing naturally noticed it, and delight appeared on her tear-streaked face.

"Jishi... are you awake?"

"Jishi..."

Qin Jishi wanted to wake up, wanted even more to force his eyes open, but everything was so difficult.

He could only hear Zhang Shiqing calling to him again and again, yet he could never wake up.

Zhang Shiqing was somewhat disappointed, and her grip on Qin Jishi's hand tightened.

"Jishi... I believe... I believe you'll be fine."

"Don't worry!"

"Don't worry!"

"I'll definitely cure the cold poison inside you. I definitely will."

"Hehe!"

As Zhang Shiqing spoke, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and continued on her own.

"Jishi, do you remember? When we chose this place, you told me yourself that you wanted me to bear you a whole brood of little Jishis."

"The two of us would farm and weave, raising them until they grew up."

"When we grew old, we'd watch the sunset while our children stayed by our side."

"Jishi, do you still remember all that?"

"..."

Zhang Shiqing spoke of so many things. Clearly, Qin Jishi had never experienced any of them, yet they existed in his memories.

Had I really lived through these things?

Or had the current me actually entered another world...

A world where there was also another me, and another Zhang Shiqing?

The more Qin Jishi thought about it, the more tangled his mind became. As Zhang Shiqing went on speaking, she eventually fell asleep with her head resting against the bedside.

Whoosh~

Outside, the gale howled, and the falling snow grew denser.

Who knew how long passed.

Crack!

A faint, crisp snapping sound suddenly rang out within the wooden cabin.

In the silent cabin, that sound was painfully