Jiang Youwei's favorite is 20-denier black stockings—don't ask, it's a pair of 20-denier stockings. (You can buy some and try them; the semi-transparent texture is truly amazing. Oh, and if you can, I recommend trying velvet.) She rolls the socks up like a condom, aligning the seam of the toe with her toes, then pulls them up along her fair calf, then to the other foot. In fact, she even toyed with her feet before putting them on. "Even beautiful girls' feet are smelly!" This is her most vivid memory.

The sight of two legs covered in stockings was truly captivating, even leaving Jiang Wenwu, standing by, transfixed. The most captivating aspect, however, was the gradual enveloping of the stockings, and the final "snap"—the elastic rubber slapping against the skin, revealing the taut "junction." Jiang Youwei relentlessly tried on each different pair of stockings, while Jiang Wenwu, sitting on a small stool nearby, stared blankly at the multicolored organic polymers swallowing and regurgitating her calves. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Huang Xiaohong stopped the process: "Opened stockings spoil easily!" she warned.

Jiang Youwei finally chose a set of thick cotton pajamas: "Wearing pajamas when going out makes me look like a city person! From now on, I'll wear stockings for myself."

The "system" in her mind hasn't changed much in the past few days. "Why is the number '10' missing two points?" Jiang Youwei counted the time with her fingers. She calculated that today was the twelfth day after she traveled through time.

"So this number isn't a date, it's currency!" She suddenly remembered the list without any clues. "In that case, it seems I was just scaring myself!" There are no Trisolarans in this world, no monsters or demons, or perhaps the monsters are actually "me"? "I" am indeed special, right? "I must be special, right?"

Jiang Youwei thought of the unused potion in his room. "How long is the shelf life of this thing? No, is the expiration date written on the instructions?"

Indeed not.

The "system" was still as deceptive as ever, but Jiang Youwei remained unfazed this time, even wanting to laugh. "I hope it won't spoil if I freeze it in the refrigerator." However, she put the tube in the freezer, having read that "ice crystals can destroy the structure of organic matter."

. . . . . .

"What's going on!"

Jiang Youwei had been dragged out for exercise by her family—now, just family—at night when the crowds were low. She had noticed a light about a kilometer away that rapidly grew in size and then moved rapidly. Within minutes, several other nearby points of light dimmed, and the surrounding points of light quickly moved away. "Something's happening!" Then she heard the beeping of police sirens approaching. With her incredibly fast reflexes, she even noticed the driver's hand twitching slightly as he gripped the steering wheel. Of course, her family didn't behave in any unusual way. They watched from the side of the road as the police car sped past on the empty non-motorized lane.

"Is it a riot?" Jiang Youwei pondered as she walked home. The two people beside her saw her frown, and thinking of the incessant sirens earlier, their moods also grew heavier. However, the older generation's thoughts were, "Looks like we need to stock up on food."