Never let them know you can see!

Never let them know you can see!

Never let them know you can see!!!

Still groggy, Fang Xiu opened his sleepy eyes, and dense, blood-red writing on the white ceiling stabbed into his vision.

His eyes were vacant, his pupils slightly unfocused, his face blank with the confusion of someone who had just woken up. But a second later, his pupils abruptly contracted, and he jolted awake like a startled bird.

He shot straight up in bed.

"This... this is..."

Fang Xiu raised his head, staring in shock and horror at the blood-red writing covering the ceiling. The crimson letters crawled across every inch of it, crooked and twisted like wriggling, living tadpoles, radiating an eerie strangeness.

His mind went completely blank. He could not understand why, after going to sleep perfectly normally at home, he had woken to find his bedroom ceiling covered in writing. It looked as though someone had bitten their finger and written it out little by little.

"What's going on? Who wrote on my ceiling?"

"Never... let... them know you can see?"

Fang Xiu instinctively read aloud the dense, blood-red writing on the ceiling.

But a second later, the writing covering the ceiling vanished into thin air. It disappeared so abruptly that it was as though it had never been there.

Unable to believe it, Fang Xiu rubbed his eyes hard and looked up again. Yet no matter how he tried, he could not see any blood-red writing, only a spotless white ceiling.

"How is that possible?! Am I still half asleep? Have I been jerking off too much? Am I hallucinating? Or dreaming?" Fang Xiu began to doubt his own eyes.

"But the writing was so clear. So real."

The bizarre incident left Fang Xiu inexplicably unsettled, his heart pounding.

Whether it had been a hallucination or real, all Fang Xiu wanted now was to hurry out of the bedroom and get some air.

But just as he was about to get out of bed, he instinctively glanced around and froze as though struck by lightning.

"This isn't my bedroom!"

"What the hell is going on? Am I still dreaming?"

Fang Xiu stared incredulously at the unfamiliar room before him. The desk, the computer, the wardrobe, the bed-everything felt utterly unfamiliar.

He was certain this was not his bedroom.

"Where the hell am I?!"

Fang Xiu had not drunk any alcohol yesterday, nor had he gone to the wrong home. He clearly remembered returning home after working overtime, eating a bowl of instant noodles, then climbing into bed to watch some porn before falling asleep, exhausted.

But now, the instant noodle cup on the bedside table was gone, and so were the two wads of used tissues he had tossed onto the floor yesterday.

Everything was far too tidy, and far too unfamiliar.

"What the hell is going on?" Fang Xiu murmured in disbelief. But a second later, a jumble of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind, briefly leaving him dazed.

After a while, Fang Xiu came back to his senses and stared blankly at his palms.

"Did I... transmigrate?"

"Into a parallel world similar to my old one?"

Countless thoughts swirled through Fang Xiu's mind. Those unfamiliar memories belonged to this body's original owner. There were too many, and they were too jumbled for him to absorb them all at once. After all, they represented twenty years of life; he could not possibly take them all in within a few moments. He could only pick out the important memories first.

The body's original owner was also named Fang Xiu. Like the Fang Xiu who had transmigrated here, he was an orphan of roughly the same age, with an almost identical appearance-as utterly unremarkable as Louis Koo.

The only differences were the courses their lives had taken and the worlds they lived in.

The Fang Xiu who had transmigrated here had received financial support from a kind benefactor. Combined with his own hard work, that had allowed him to get into a prestigious university, where he was currently studying.

The Fang Xiu here had not been so lucky. Unable to afford school, he had been forced to drop out before finishing high school and find work. He was currently a salesperson at a real estate sales office.

This world was similar to his old one, too, but many historical developments and figures were already different despite their superficial resemblance.

"But even if I've transmigrated, what was that blood-red writing just now? Nothing that strange ever happened in the original owner's memories."

The eerie blood-red writing gave Fang Xiu a bad feeling. He searched the memories in his mind but found nothing related to it.

Just then, suddenly!

A gentle female voice came from outside the bedroom.

"Honey, it's time for breakfast."

The sudden voice startled Fang Xiu, and then he froze. Honey!?

Did my parallel-world self get married this young? Or is she his girlfriend? Plenty of couples call each other that even before getting married.

He hurried to recall his memories of his wife, but a second later, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a lovely figure wearing a white silk slip nightdress.

At his first glimpse of his wife, Fang Xiu's eyes instinctively widened, and he fell into a brief daze.

After watching so many filter-enhanced beauties in short videos, Fang Xiu had thought himself largely immune to beautiful women. But his first reaction upon seeing his wife was amazement, followed by more fucking amazement.

The woman before him was almost absurdly beautiful.

Her white silk slip nightdress was soft and snug, outlining perfect curves that set the imagination wandering.

The nightdress was short, barely covering the roundness of her bottom. Her long, fair legs were exposed to the air, their cool-white sheen resembling the most precious mutton-fat jade in the world.

Her complexion was not an ordinary fairness, but a cool white-what people commonly called cool-toned pale skin, so fair that it had a faint pink undertone to the naked eye.

Only two slender white straps rested on her cool-white shoulders.

Her swanlike neck and exquisitely beautiful collarbones were fully exposed.

With such a delicate, perfect figure, even a face that scored sixty out of a hundred would have been enough to make her a beauty.

But her face was worth far more than sixty. If Fang Xiu had been asked to rate it, he would have given her ninety-nine, withholding one point only to keep her from getting conceited.

It was a face that almost perfectly embodied feminine gentleness and grace.

Her clear, limpid eyes gazed affectionately at Fang Xiu, and a gentle smile rested on her face. That smile was soothing, as though it could heal every wound in his heart.

At that moment, Fang Xiu suddenly felt that transmigrating was not so bad. At least without it, he would never have found such a beautiful, gentle wife in his entire life.

"Honey, you're awake. It's time for breakfast," his wife said softly again, her face filled with tender warmth.

Fang Xiu hurried to respond. After all, failing to react within two seconds during a conversation would make him look like a real genius.

But he did not know what to call the woman before him. Her name? Wife? Wifey? Baby? Sweetheart? Or good girl? He frantically searched his mind for memories of his wife.

There were too many memories from the body's original owner for Fang Xiu to absorb all at once. They were stored in his brain's database, and he had to enter a command to retrieve them.

He was searching for memories of his wife now, but then... something horrifying happened.

His wife's name? Nothing! Their dating history? Nothing! Her talents and hobbies? Nothing! Her favorite positions? Nothing!

Nothing at all!!

In fact, this person did not exist in his memories.

This... how is that possible!?

The body's original owner had been single his entire life. So where had this wife come from?

Fang Xiu suddenly felt his blood run cold, his heart skipping a beat. Looking at his gently smiling wife, he found his throat dry, as though something were lodged in it, leaving him unable to speak.

By now, two seconds had passed.

His wife was very patient, her face still wearing that soft, gentle smile. But strangely, her smile had not changed at all from the start. It was as precise as a robot's, forever maintaining the exact same curve and angle. Even the degree to which her eyes curved had not changed.

Paired with her cool-white skin, it gave the illusion that she was something lifeless.

It was as though a beautiful woman's face had been carved into a piece of pale, exquisite porcelain.

It was simply inconceivable. Humans were living beings, with heartbeats and breath. Just as it was difficult to go a long time without blinking, it was equally difficult to maintain a completely unchanging smile. Not even her eyelashes had trembled.

For some reason, under the gaze of that smiling face, Fang Xiu could no longer feel any of its earlier tenderness. Instead, his skin crawled.

What had once been comforting was becoming distressing.

"You... who are you?" Fang Xiu managed to ask.

The moment he asked that question, his wife's smile changed.

An immense, delighted surprise burst into her eyes. Her formerly gentle smile widened grotesquely, stretching the corners of her mouth into an astonishing curve.

"You can see me!" The words came from his wife's mouth in a voice brimming with barely restrained ecstasy.