"What interview?!"

Startled by the sound, Sister Li and the others turned around abruptly, "Miss Mu..."

Mu Yiran walked straight to the maid in the middle. "You said there were reporters here today to interview you? The young master and his wife together?"

The maid was caught off guard by her barrage of questions and stammered, "Yes, yes."

The next second, the girl in the light blue dress grabbed the hem of her dress and scurried out the door, leaving the others standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Sister Li, she won't tell on me, will she..."

Sister Li shook her head: "She can't."

Sister Li took care of Shi Youxi at the same time as the housekeeper. She was an old member of the Shi family, and she had never misjudged him.

Looking at the girl's anxious and hurried figure, Sister Li was quite certain.

This girl really dotes on the young master.

After she arrived, the poor child was finally able to laugh happily without any worries.

Mu Yiran stumbled as she ran, wearing low-heeled boots. She was so careless, only concerned with the fire, completely forgetting that she knew about the fire because a reporter came to interview her, and that's how the Shi family's house caught fire.

More than a decade later, a reporter from that time posted the story online, which is how Mu Yiran came to see it.

While it cannot be said that the fire was caused by this interview, there must have been countless contributing factors.

One move affects everything.

Mu Yiran ran up the long corridor and pavilion, heading straight for the courtyard in the group photo.

The man she just met was there for the interview, right? If the interview has already happened and nothing has changed, does that mean...?

A fire is bound to happen.

Mu Yiran was panting as she looked at the empty courtyard before heading into the villa.

That's really strange.

Even though there was no evidence to prove that Shi Youxi could have been injured in the fire, Mu Yiran was still so panicked that she felt like she was suffocating.

She found Shi Youxi in the study.

The boy coldly looked up from his thick book, and when he saw who it was, he rushed over, "Sister!"

Mu Yiran rejected the boy's attempt to bury his face in her chest and instead held Shi Youxi's cheeks.

"Have you, sir and madam, come by?"

Shi Youxi frowned in displeasure: "Sister, didn't you come to see me?"

"Answer me first! Have your parents been here?"

Shi Youxi had never seen Mu Yiran like this before. He slowly nodded and said, "Yes."

Mu Yiran: "So, the interview also..."

The girl's expression was solemn, with urgency, panic, and a hint of fear in her eyes.

Shi Youxi stared intently at Mu Yiran, then slowly knelt down on the ground, wrapping his arms around the girl's calves.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

He just didn't want his sister to have any contact with his parents.

Mu Yiran: "...You knew about the interview all along?"

Shi Youxi: "...Hmm."

Mu Yiran scratched her head helplessly, "Then why didn't you tell me? You... sigh."

But what good would it do to tell her?

Can she forcefully stop this?

No, it's not possible.

Now that things have come to this, Mu Yiran can only take it one step at a time, hoping that she is just scaring herself.

Shi Youxi was still clinging to her longingly when Mu Yiran patted the back of his head and said, "Get up, the floor is cold."

Shi Youxi pulled Mu Yiran to sit on the sofa. "Sister, what's wrong?" It was too easy to tell that her sister was upset; she had something on her mind.

Shi Youxi, however, had no idea what was bothering her.

"It's nothing, I'm just... a little tired from tidying up."

Mu Yiran made up an excuse to get away with it.

Shi Youxi felt extremely uncomfortable with her sister's evasive attitude. She desperately wanted to know what her sister was thinking and doing every single second.

Could it be related to the dream my sister had before?

Is it because of that person named Mo Mu Mu...?

Shi Youxi touched the back of the girl's hand.

Even though Mu Yiran was always by his side and in his sight, Shi Youxi always felt like he couldn't quite grasp her.

The boy forcefully squeezed his hand into Mu Yiran's palm, their fingers intertwined, as if only in this way could they confirm the other's presence.

...

January 3, 2023, Shenzhen-Hong Kong International Hospital.

Mo Mumu and Lin Ran stood in the observation room of the intensive care unit. Mo Mumu's hair was messy, and she looked exhausted and dejected. Through the glass window, she looked at Mu Yiran, who was covered in medical equipment in the intensive care unit.

Starting last night, Mu Yiran suddenly suffered from arrhythmia and her heart stopped several times. Even though she was resuscitated, she still did not wake up.

"Why is that...?"

Mo Mumu, who was usually calm and composed, couldn't hold back any longer and lowered her head to sob, "It was just a scratch, why did this happen?"

Lin Ran was also in a low mood. He had never encountered a situation like Mu Yiran's before. Not only him, but in the past two days, Mo Mumu had mobilized the Mo family to find countless top neurosurgeons and neurology doctors.

No one could give a definitive diagnosis.

The only certainty is that if Mu Yiran does not wake up within this week, she will be declared brain dead.

Lin Ran looked solemnly at the girl on the hospital bed. The girl's eyes were closed, and she did not look like a patient who was on the verge of death at all, but rather like a girl who was sleeping in a nightmare.

For no apparent reason, Lin Ran thought of what the fortune teller had said to Mo Mumu, who had been desperately seeking treatment for her illness these past two days.

At that time, the charlatan only glanced at her before telling Mo Mumu that Mu Yiran was possessed by an evil spirit.

"She was possessed by an evil spirit, and the spirit wouldn't let go, so the girl couldn't wake up."

Are you kidding me? It's 3202 already, and there are still people who can say such decadent and absurd things.

Asking Lin Ran, a staunch materialist, to believe these things is worse than letting him swallow a scalpel whole.

But now...

Wow, could it be that what that charlatan said was true?!

Lin Ran: "Do you still remember that swindler you hired... the fortune teller who said that Mu Yiran would wake up after a certain amount of time?"

After crying for a while, Mo Mumu calmed down and looked down at the jade bracelet in her hand, which had been taken off Mu Yiran's wrist.

It was fluorescent and translucent, with red mixed in inside that looked like blood.

He said that two souls cannot coexist in one world; only when the other body perishes can the original one live on.

Lin Ran: "So, where is the other Mu Yiran?"

"If what that person said is true, let's just go find them."

Lin Ran's expression showed a hint of reluctance: "Just believe in some superstition, find her, and kill her, right?"

Mo Mumu: "...On behalf of Ranran, I thank your whole family."

"Even metaphysics thinks you're unlucky."

"Doctors cannot heal themselves; if you are sick, turn right and go to the psychiatric department."

Lin Ran: "...Why are you swearing? Besides, wasn't it the person you invited who said this?"

Mo Mumu was too lazy to argue with him. She opened her phone, and the lock screen wallpaper showed Mu Yiran and her intimately close together, both smiling at the camera.

They have been involved in each other for two-thirds of their lives, and their relationship goes far beyond what the word "friends" can encompass.

"She will wake up."

Lin Ran turned his head, and the girl's face showed a confidence that none of him, a doctor, possessed, leaving him speechless.

Mo Mumu: "No matter what method I use, I will wake her up. Ranran will definitely wake up."

"Right?"

Lin Ran: "Mu Mu, you...."

Mo Mumu's eyes were both firm and vulnerable. Lin Ran couldn't bear it and knelt down, "Yes, she will wake up. I will do everything I can to wake her up."

...

Mu Yiran is sick.

It started with just a headache, then it turned into a cold, and in the last two days I've been experiencing low-grade fever from time to time.

Mu Yiran slumped on the sofa, watching Shi Youxi walk over with a bunch of medicine and water. Finally, he pulled out a short, thin thing.

Mu Yiran was greatly surprised.

She pulled the blanket over herself and said, "Young Master, that's enough. Take the thermometer away."

Shi Youxi knelt down next to Mu Yiran and reached out to pull her blanket. "The doctor said to pay close attention to changes in body temperature."

"That's exactly what you said." Mu Yiran rolled her eyes and pressed down on Shi Youxi's mischievous hand: "The doctor said to take the medicine properly and maintain a normal routine."

"I'm fine, my fever has gone down," she said, picking up the portioned medicine and water from the plate and swallowing it.

"Okay, you've taken your medicine. I'll take your temperature again before bed tonight."

Shi Youxi was still holding the thermometer, his eyes full of hesitation. He still wanted to put the thermometer into Mu Yiran's clothes.

Just once, just this one test.

"Okay, sister?" Shi Youxi knew exactly what expression to make to easily win Mu Yiran's heart.

But it was a bit too much force.

Mu Yiran was so engrossed in watching it that she felt oily all over.

Mu Yiran: "You've said that twelve times today. Weren't you going out with Mr. Shi? It's time. Go, go, go."

"This is really the second to last one. I'll leave as soon as I'm done with the test." Shi Youxi moved his knees and lunged at the girl.

The next second, his face was cupped in hot hands.

Shi Youxi's eyes widened and his pupils contracted.

His round phoenix eyes could barely contain Mu Yiran's face.

Too close...

Shi Youxi was so close that he could see the fine hairs on the girl's face and count each individual eyelash.

Shi Youxi held his breath, as he could smell his sister's faint fragrance with every breath. He stared intently at the mole on Mu Yiran's nose.

I saw a double image.

Mu Yiran's forehead rested against him; the boy's long eyelashes trembled incessantly, making Mu Yiran's eyelids itch.

"You felt it, didn't you? Our temperatures are the same, right? I already told you the fever has gone down."

"....."

Mu Yiran released him, leaned back against the headboard, and saw Shi Youxi still sitting there blankly. She pinched his cheek and said, "Are you cross-eyed? Do you think I'm lying to you?"

The boy suddenly pulled back; he had been kneeling on the edge of the bed, but this movement caused him to fall off the bed.

"careful!"