Jiang Yue didn't want to talk about it, so Zhou Ji didn't ask.

However, Jiang Yue couldn't easily console herself this time. She couldn't even comfort herself and remained sullen for several days.

I don't know who I'm angry with.

Was she angry at herself for foolishly believing the system's vague words, or angry at her current inability to do anything?

It was as if one mystery after another had been solved.

Just when you think you've reached the end, you suddenly discover there's an even bigger mystery.

Jiang Yue could only deduce some things from the vague words of the system in the past, such as the fact that the system never mentioned where the original owner of this body went.

She transmigrated because she died a violent death.

But what about the original Jiang Yue?

She just slept for a while and her soul was replaced. This outsider has taken over her body, which is completely unreasonable.

For no apparent reason.

Jiang Yue suddenly remembered the Taoist priest Sun Chengfeng had mentioned, who had been talking in a mystical way about how her soul was incomplete...

Sun Chengfeng initially dismissed the Taoist's words as mere ramblings of a fraudster.

What if... what if it were true?

Is all of this possible?

Jiang Yue felt a chill run down her spine, the coldness creeping up her body from her feet and up her back to her brain. She shivered from the cold.

Why is it impossible?

Jiang Yue's memory has never been better. She recalled seeing Zhou Fuwei in her dream, who lived in the Changsheng Temple for many years.

She thought Zhou Fuwei was seeking immortality for himself.

What if those outrageous actions weren't like that?

Jiang Yue was terrified by her own assumption and broke out in a cold sweat. Her delicate fingers turned white from pinching too hard. She took a few deep breaths before she could calm herself down.

Even if that's true.

So what?

Her relationship with Zhou Fuwei was one of life and death.

It was never going to end well anyway.

Zhou Fuwei was not ruthless enough; he shouldn't have regretted letting someone kill her.

Life is like a game of chess; once a move is made, there's no going back.

If the people she sent had killed Zhou Fuwei first, she would never have felt any remorse.

She will never be grateful to Zhou Fuwei for this second chance at life, never.

As Jiang Yue thought about these things, her eyes reddened for some reason.

She looked up at the person in the mirror, both strange and familiar. She reached out and touched the reflection in the mirror, meeting her own red eyes, and felt an overwhelming pang of sadness.

Zhou Ji had keenly sensed that something was wrong with her emotions these past few days.

However, he had long been used to her unpredictable moods and terrible temper, but she would never involve others when she was sulking.

I just silently get angry with myself.

He gritted his teeth, wrapped himself in the blanket, and looked like he didn't want to talk to anyone.

The cold, indifferent face of hers only grew more impatient the more you talked to her.

She was sulking, so Zhou Ji pretended to be a gentle and understanding person and didn't ask any questions.

This time, he couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb either.

Something changed after that afternoon when she cried so many tears in his arms.

Zhou Ji later asked the servants at home, and they said nothing was wrong.

This is enough to give you a headache.

…

Life was peaceful and uneventful.

With the arrival of summer, rainfall has increased.

Jiang Yue's gloomy mood seemed to have been washed away by the rain, and she looked the same as before.

But a gray haze can still be seen deep in the eyes.

I feel a bit listless.

She was like an abandoned, immature, and helpless little animal.

When faced with strong winds and heavy rain, one can only pitifully huddle in a place that one feels safe to protect oneself.

Jiang Yue sometimes stays overnight at the Zhou family's house and sleeps very late, which is when she runs into the younger generation of the Zhou family downstairs.

They were very polite to her.

They were extremely respectful, even more so than they were to Zhou Ji.

However, Jiang Yue hasn't been very happy lately, so she doesn't really pay attention to these younger people she doesn't know very well.

"My sister-in-law is beautiful, but she has a really bad temper."

"He's spoiled by Brother Zhou, so he just has to put up with it."

"Hasn't our brother noticed that his wife's temper is getting worse and worse because of his spoiling? She doesn't even want to talk to us anymore."

"He might be enjoying it."

A group of people of similar age huddled together and started whispering amongst themselves, their conversation becoming increasingly lively.

They were whispering to each other like thieves.

Jiang Yue, of course, didn't hear their whispers. She grabbed a bottle of iced cola and went to the balcony.

The weather outside suddenly changed.

It was a bright, sunny day, but dark clouds quietly obscured the sunlight, and heavy black clouds pressed down from the other side of the sky.

Before long, the rain, like a string of broken beads, began to fall suddenly, hitting the windowpane as if it could smash a hole in it.

As Jiang Yue listened to the sound of the rain, her mood strangely calmed down.

She has become much more unreasonable lately, and she knows it herself. She often inexplicably torments Zhou Ji, and she enjoys it immensely.

When she had nothing to do, she would keep sending messages to Zhou Ji, regardless of whether he replied or not.

When are you coming back?

After a while, Zhou Ji replied to her message.

It will take a little more time.

Jiang Yue stared at the line of text, clearly dissatisfied with the answer: "How long is 'a little time'?"

Zhou Ji went on a business trip the day before yesterday, traveling to another city.

Having just finished the meeting, he got into the car and headed towards the airport. He replied, "It might take three hours."

The flight time is two and a half hours.

It will take another half hour to get home from the airport.

After a long time, Zhou Ji received a video from her. She must have been at home; it looked like she recorded the video on the balcony.

The sound of rain was distinct, and the sky was overcast.

It's raining.

I'm going to be eaten by the rain.

Can you get back before you're eaten?

The few lines of text she sent in succession were both laughable and absurd.

Zhou Ji smiled slightly. He always had the best patience with her, and replied earnestly: "I'm not entirely sure either."

I think I would be very sad if you were eaten by the rain.

Jiang Yue got a little angry again after reading this sentence.

Is it just sadness?

Men's feelings are cheap.

Then don't come back.

I'm about to die, even if you come back, you won't see me.

Several minutes passed, and Jiang Yue kept opening her chat window with Zhou Ji, but he still hadn't replied.

Just as Jiang Yue was beginning to consider whether to block Zhou Ji, he finally replied to her: 【Taking off.】

[If you get eaten.]

"I will avenge you, Your Highness."

Jiang Yue suddenly wasn't so angry anymore.

When Zhou Ji landed at the airport, it was already very late. On his way back, there had been a serious car accident ahead, and the elevated road was temporarily closed, causing a traffic jam for quite a while.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier.

The sky seemed to have a hole in it, with torrential rain pouring down.

Zhou Ji looked out the window. The sky was pitch black, the light and shadows were blurry, and the rain in front of him seemed to have turned from clear white to blood red.

It seems to be a hallucination.

It seems to be true.

Blood…

Blood was everywhere...

The rainwater turned into blood.

The man raised his hands, and his fingers appeared to be covered in blood.

A thunderbolt struck overhead.

A fleeting ray of light illuminated the man's increasingly pale and cold face, his eyes seemingly reflecting his past and present lives.