weekend.

Mu Yiran was woken up by Mo Mumu pinching her during her afternoon nap. She glanced at the boy next to her with his eyes closed, then quietly got up and left the room.

Strolling into the courtyard, Mu Yiran calmed her mind and skillfully performed a set of Eight Pieces of Brocade.

Having been here for so long, Mu Yiran has been eating and drinking with Shi Youxi every day, either sitting or lying down.

"Oh dear, my waist has gotten thicker."

Mu Yiran touched her lower abdomen. The original owner's figure was similar to Mu Yiran's original body, but her waist was a bit thicker than when she first transmigrated.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, miss. I'll definitely lose weight back to your original figure."

Feeling guilty, Mu Yiran did another 10-second plank, sweating profusely.

She staggered to her feet, and vaguely heard a "click" sound.

Mu Yiran turned her head in the direction of the voice.

This week, she could hear the sound of camera shutters every now and then.

Outside the iron fence of the courtyard were lush flowers and trees. Although it was not as extravagant as the Zhongzhai residence, there were still plenty of bodyguards and the security was tight, so it didn't seem like an outsider would be able to sneak in.

Could it be that the Shi family's enemies are trying to kidnap Shi Youxi while Shi Yan is away?

For some reason, Mu Yiran recalled the report she had seen before she transmigrated.

One day this year, Shi's house will be destroyed by fire.

If true, then a fire is bound to occur within the next two months.

maybe...

It will happen very soon!

Mu Yiran became increasingly anxious as she thought about it. She ran into the villa, wanting to quickly tell Shi Youxi to strengthen the villa's security.

The large bed in the room was empty; Mu Yiran searched around but couldn't find him.

Holy crap! Could we really have been kidnapped?

That was incredibly fast.

"Butler! The young master is missing—"

"Is my sister looking for me?"

Mu Yiran had already run up the stairs. When she heard the sound, she turned around and thought the kidnapped person was standing obediently in front of a room, wearing pajamas.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for so long."

Mu Yiran walked over and glanced at the room Shi Youxi had come out of; it was a storage room for miscellaneous items.

It was filled with Shi Youxi's old things, such as dolls he had made badly or drawn poorly.

Shi Youxi opened the door. "I'm looking for something." Mu Yiran glanced inside and saw that the dolls were still piled up haphazardly.

"Oh, okay." Mu Yiran touched her collarbone, realizing she was making a fuss over nothing.

"What's wrong with my sister?"

"Did you think I'd been kidnapped because you couldn't find me?"

That hit the nail on the head.

Mu Yiran's expression turned serious for a moment: "No, you can't just say things like that."

Shi Youxi hugged her waist, smiling as she leaned her face closer: "Are you worried about me, sister?"

"However, we really need to improve our security. I keep feeling like someone is taking pictures of us."

Mu Yiran pressed her forehead against his, "Also, we need to strengthen fire prevention and theft prevention. Boys should also know how to protect themselves at home."

"Did you hear that? Tell the butler when you get back this afternoon."

Shi Youxi narrowed her eyes, a scene flashing through her mind: "What's wrong with my sister all of a sudden?"

"No, nothing, it's just that there have been a lot of fires and thefts like this lately."

Mu Yiran avoided his gaze; she was still unsure whether the fire had actually occurred, and she hadn't even come up with a reason yet.

Shi Youxi watched Mu Yiran's departing figure, thinking of the red mark on his neck that the girl had just scratched.

His sister was indeed hiding something from him.

He walked back to the storage room and pushed open the hidden door behind the curtains.

Inside, dolls that look exactly like Mu Yiran are placed in specially made, independent iron cages.

There are still many empty ones.

The walls were covered with photos of girls, some smiling, some lost in thought, and in every photo, Mu Yiran's gaze was fixed on Shi Youxi.

Shi Youxi looked at the large screen in the center, which showed Mu Yiran's room from four different angles.

"Sister..."

"My sister can do whatever she wants, but..."

Shi Youxi recalled the scene she had just seen on the surveillance camera, the girl's words to herself in the courtyard.

Who is she calling "Miss"?

Why should you tell yourself "your body shape"?

His sister would always say a lot of words that he couldn't understand, words that seemed to have been created by this world, but didn't belong to this world.

Shi Youxi suddenly felt as if she couldn't hold onto Mu Yiran, and her heart clenched in panic.

He stared at the girl in the photo on the wall, as if trying to etch her image into his heart.

Shi Youxi walked to one of the iron railings, her fingertips touching the cold bars, and stared longingly at the dolls inside.

He could now draw Mu Yiran's face with his eyes closed. The "older sister" in front of him was smiling slyly, and her eyes were specially made, so wherever Shi Youxi stood, it was as if he was staring at a doll.

It was as if his sister was always staring at him, with only him in her eyes.

"But, my sister absolutely cannot leave me..."

"Absolutely not."

Shi Youxi looked at another screen, where people were hiding outside the iron bars, all holding cameras and taking pictures of the villa.

No one can take his sister away from him.

Whoever it is.

...

Mu Yiran wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but ever since she transmigrated, she felt that time had flown by.

Every day, it's light when I open my eyes and dark when I close them. This repeats several times, and Monday becomes the weekend the day after.

Even so, Mu Yiran has no doubt that she is the protagonist of this world!

No wonder she traveled here; it turns out her true identity is a time controller.

Mu Yiran nestled in the back seat of the car, waiting for Shi Youxi to get out of school, her mind filled with these absurd thoughts.

But it wasn't because she was bored while waiting for her child to get out of school that she started having these wild thoughts.

Mu Yiran glanced at the Big Ben at the entrance of Ace Academy. Today is Friday, October 20th.

Two months have passed since Mu Yiran transmigrated here, and it's almost the weekend again, but she only clearly remembers what happened on Monday last week when Youxi was rehearsing.

Mu Yiran only had a vague memory of the time in between.

It's like this period of time was stolen away. Why?

Is it because daily life is too monotonous?

Mu Yiran thought about it more and more and felt that it was true. She took the snacks and milk she had prepared for Shi Youxi, said goodbye to the driver, and went into the school.

She could no longer live such a lonely life, like an empty-nest elderly person who only waited for Shi Youxi to come home every day.

She needs to experience a vibrant and colorful retirement life.

Furthermore, a fire is like a timed alarm; you never know when it might happen.

Mu Yiran should move around more and increase her awareness of her surroundings.

Mu Yiran wondered if Shi Youxi would rehearse today. It seemed that he hadn't rehearsed since that one time. She took out her phone and sent Shi Youxi a text message.

She was admiring the grand and luxurious environment of Ace Academy when a shout suddenly came from a corner.

"elder sister."

In the corner of the teaching building ahead, an Asian girl in a uniform ran towards Mu Yiran.

"Can you help me?"

The girl's hair was a little messy and she looked a bit disheveled. She probably only knew a few simple Chinese phrases, which she mixed with English as she stumbled through her request for help.

The girl bumped into another classmate while riding her bike and wanted Mu Yiran to help her take the person to the infirmary.

"Okay, let's go."

Mu Yiran followed the girl into the shadows behind the teaching building, where thick, lush foliage could be faintly seen.

Is it possible to ride a bicycle here?

Mu Yiran was puzzled and unconsciously slowed her pace.

The girl had already turned into the back of the corner. Noticing Mu Yiran had stopped, she waved to her urgently: "Sister, hurry!"

Mu Yiran saw that her palms were scratched and cracked, with blood staining them.

Saving lives is the priority.

Just as she was about to chase after her, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, forcefully pressing Mu Yiran to the spot.