Three Years and Another Three Years, Three More Years and Another Two, Then Two Years and Three Months

Episode One. It was a pitch-black night. Gale-force winds howled, thunder flashed, as though they would drown out every sound in the world.

Yet strangely, not a single drop of rain fell from the sky.

Somewhere in that oppressive darkness, a bird's cry pierced through the howling winds and thunder as though it possessed some kind of magic.

Against the black horizon, listening closely, the cry did not sound like an ordinary wail. Instead, it sounded like a shout of unwillingness and reluctance toward the heavens.

Chi Tong's head felt heavy, as though he had slept for a very long time. The memories buried deep within his mind gradually began to awaken, slowly filling his entire brain.

What happened to me?

Chi Tong snapped out of the daze that had followed the return of his memories. With some difficulty, he opened his eyes. More accurately, he emerged from the darkness into the light. As though he had not seen light for ages, a beam of white filled his entire field of vision.

However, the white light soon faded, and everything before him gradually came into focus.

Chi Tong saw that he was surrounded by people. They were all strangers, and he did not recognize a single one of them.

Some of the men and women wore white coats, looking like doctors and nurses.

Doctors?

Nurses?

Am I in a hospital?

A glimmer of realization flashed through Chi Tong's puzzled gaze.

He remembered walking down the street when the ground beneath his feet had suddenly vanished. His footing had given way, and he had fallen along with it. Then came a period of blankness, neither particularly long nor particularly short.

In the end, he only remembered a sudden, agonizing pain spreading through his body before he lost consciousness completely.

"Wow, he's so cute! He opened his eyes so quickly!"

"That's really unusual!"

"Quick, look at his eyes! His two eyes are actually different colors!"

"Whoa!"

"He has heterochromia!"

The onlookers chattered excitedly, each voicing what they had noticed.

What are they even talking about?

Chi Tong could not understand a word they were saying. Judging by their clothes, this should have been a hospital. I should have been rescued, right?

Wait, they seem to be speaking Japanese. What's going on?

While he was completely bewildered, he suddenly felt his body tilt, and then it seemed as though someone picked him up.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, wait—" Chi Tong stared in shock at the female nurse holding him. His mind was a complete mess. He had actually been picked up and cradled in a nurse's arms.

After the shock subsided, he realized that he seemed to have been placed on a bed. The next second, an incomparably beautiful face, as lovely as a fairy's, appeared before him.

"Is this my child?"

The woman looked at Chi Tong with eyes full of tenderness and affection.

Chi Tong stared at the woman before him, completely stunned.

The woman possessed a breathtakingly beautiful face, and her crimson eyes lent her an especially soft, distinctive charm.

In particular, the long crimson hair draped over her shoulders gave the phrase "soul-stirring" its fullest expression. One glance was enough to make her impossible to forget.

He swore that she was the most perfect woman he had ever seen in his life, bar none.

Just then, an unshakable halo suddenly lit up in Chi Tong's mind.

The light appeared abruptly and instantly drew his attention.

The halo resembled a transparent circular pane of glass. Only its edges gave off a faint glow, while the inside was completely empty.

"Huh?"

"What is this?"

Chi Tong stared blankly at the suddenly appearing halo. Soon, he noticed specks of light resembling particles gathering into it from all around.

Chi Tong had no idea what this thing was.

"Huh?"

"No, wait. This isn't the time to think about that. What exactly is happening to me right now?"

As Chi Tong sensed his own body, his heart was filled with confusion.

Could it be... Chi Tong suddenly thought of something.

His eyes widened as he recalled how easily the nurse had held him in her arms, the flood of Japanese words he could not understand from the people around him, and the gorgeous red-haired woman in front of him.

His heartbeat unconsciously accelerated. He could hardly believe his own suspicion. He tried raising his hands before his eyes, and what he saw were tiny, tender hands like those of an infant.

Chi Tong's eyes went wide, and his mind roared. I became a baby? Did I transmigrate?

Could it be reincarnation?

Could this woman in front of me be my mother?

For a moment, Chi Tong was at a complete loss.

Just then, a man's voice suddenly reached his ears. "Is this our child?"

The sudden voice caught Chi Tong's attention. He turned toward where it had come from and saw a handsome man with a composed bearing. Every movement he made carried an indescribable aura.

The man's somewhat dignified face was now softened by tenderness and joy.

"This child really looks like you. Even his hair is the same color."

The woman smiled warmly and happily. Then she said, "Let's give our child a name!"

The man nodded, thought for a moment, and finally said, "Let's call him Chitong Lingyu."

"Chitong Lingyu?"

"It's a wonderful name." The woman also thought the name was excellent. Turning her head, she gently said to Chi Tong lying beside her, "My child, did you hear that?"

"You have a name now. From now on, your name is Chitong Lingyu."

Three years later, Chi Tong—no, he should now be called Chitong Lingyu.

Coincidentally, he had been called Chi Tong in his previous life, and he was called Chi Tong in this life as well, except that Lingyu had been added after it.

He was currently sitting on a flat patch of grass, staring absentmindedly at the blue sky above.

Blue skies, white clouds, and a gentle breeze gradually carried his thoughts far away.

Over the past three years, he had more or less figured out his current situation. He could be certain that he had indeed transmigrated, and the reason was simple: his appearance.

Once, he had seen his reflection in a mirror at home. His hair was crimson, and his eyes were especially distinctive. His left eye was reddish gold, while his right was crimson. He found it hard to imagine anyone in his former world naturally possessing such an outrageous appearance.

Then there was his current mother. She also had crimson hair, which further confirmed that he had transmigrated.

Although he did not know what kind of world he was currently in, he could be sure that he had been born into an extremely, extremely wealthy family. The place he lived in was actually a gigantic estate. In any country, there could not be many families with an estate that large.

There was also the halo in his mind. He had studied it for a long time without discovering anything at all. The only thing he had noticed was that the area in the center, which had originally been transparent and blank, now had an additional layer of progress.

It was like the charging icon that appeared when a smartphone was plugged in. Power was continuously gathering within the circle at its center.

The mysterious halo in his mind seemed to work in much the same way.