Si You stretched and opened his eyes, thinking he was home. But within three seconds, his mind became crystal clear.
The room was arranged far too rigidly. There was no photo on the bedside table, no plush toy he had personally won sitting on the bay window. Nothing lively existed here. Everything had been organized with meticulous precision, like a room full of overlapping three-dimensional paper cutouts.
The blood in Si You's body turned ice-cold.
He was all too familiar with this scene.
Fear and numbness instinctively seeped out from his chest, but before they could spread any further, Si You shoved them back exactly as they were.
Not having courage back then did not mean he lacked it now. He had long since become whole.
Si You threw back the covers and got out of bed. His feet felt unsteady, with no sense of solidity beneath them. His body was sticky, his hair a mess, but he had no mood to deal with it. He simply pushed open the door and walked out.
The morning light stung his eyes shut for an instant. Si You instinctively raised a hand to block it, then gradually adjusted.
"You're up, Young Master? Come eat." The gentle female voice belonged to Auntie Liu, who had always cooked at home.
His home from his previous life.
His pupils remained fixed on the living room downstairs. Only after several stiff seconds did his eyes begin to move again. Through the window at the far end of the left side of the staircase, he could still see the filled-in swimming pool.
"You got up so late today. Feeling lazy?" A cool voice sounded behind him. Si You found it hard to describe how he felt at that moment. The ropes buried deep in his heart tried