Song Yueying knew clearly that she was dreaming and wanted to wake up, but she couldn't.

She remembered calling Qi Yanjue's name before she lost consciousness.

The name Qi Yanjue was like a key, unlocking the few memories of Qi Yanjue in the original owner's mind. Then she felt a needle-like pain in her head, and finally fell into darkness.

At this moment, she was walking alone in the white fog, and she had a feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't find her way out.

"Song Yueying." Someone called her name.

"Who's there?" Hearing the shout, Song Yueying stopped and looked around, but there was nothing but a thick white mist.

"Song Yueying." Her name was called again from the left front.

This time, Song Yueying didn't make a sound. Instead, she walked towards the left front. She quietly walked towards the source of the sound, and the further she walked, the more uneasy she felt.

Because there was nothing ahead except fog. Moreover, Song Yueying discovered something terrible: she felt her strength gradually draining away.

It's like...

It felt like the impending death before the experimental vehicle was about to explode.

Song Yueying's heart trembled violently. Was she going to die again? But she had only been in this era for a few days! How could she be going to die again? If she died this time, would she be able to travel through time again?

It's probably impossible now!

The usually carefree Song Yueying felt a pang of reluctance at this moment. In her previous life, she was an orphan and had never experienced family affection. After transmigrating, she developed a familial bond with her mother within a few days of spending time together.

Her daughter was Song's mother's only source of emotional support and her motivation to live. What would become of Song's mother without her sole source of emotional support?

Not to mention, Song's mother also suffers from mental illness.

Just as Song Yueying was extremely anxious, she suddenly heard someone calling her name again, "Song Yueying".

"Who are you? If you keep playing tricks, be careful..." Before Song Yueying could finish speaking, a woman slowly emerged from the white mist ahead.

The woman's figure was similar to hers, and her appearance... was exactly the same as hers?

Seeing her is like looking in a mirror.

She is the original owner of this body, Song Yueying!

"You are the original owner, Song Yueying." Song Yueying's words were not a question, but a statement of fact. She narrowed her eyes and saw the original owner, but she was neither surprised nor delighted.

She transmigrated into her body and took the blame for a lot of things.

"I am the former Song Yueying, and you are the current Song Yueying," the original owner corrected her.

"What do you mean?" Song Yueying didn't understand what "before" and "now" meant.

"The literal meaning." The original owner smiled, then bowed deeply to Song Yueying. "Thank you for being willing to treat my mother as your own. Thank you."

Song Yueying took a step to the side, avoiding the original owner's greeting, "You don't need to thank me. I used your body, so taking care of your mother is the most basic way I can repay you."

“I’m relieved that you two get along so well,” the original owner said.

"Does that mean you're leaving?" Sensing the hint of entrusting her child to someone else in her tone, Song Yueying frowned. She had no idea that the original owner of this body still existed in this world.

She thought that since she had transmigrated and taken over the original owner's body, the original owner's soul no longer existed.

"Okay, I'm going to where I need to go." The original owner nodded, then turned and left without any hesitation.

"Wait, answer a few questions before you go," Song Yueying called out to her.

The original owner turned to look at Song Yueying, as if waiting for her to ask a question.

"Why don't you remember Qi Yanjue's appearance?" This was the question that Song Yueying couldn't understand the most.

"Qi Yanjue?" The original owner looked puzzled, her head bowed as if trying to recall. She quickly looked up, apologetically glancing at Song Yueying.

Seeing the apologetic look in her eyes, Song Yueying knew she wouldn't get an answer to that question. Taking a drag, she asked her second question, "What did you experience in your in-laws' family?"

The original owner shook his head.

Song Yueying frowned. "Why did you go back to your rural village?"

The original owner still shook his head.

She really knew nothing when asked. Song Yueying was speechless and wanted to roll her eyes at her. "Fine, I won't ask anymore. Just tell me, how much do you remember about your in-laws?"

The original owner continued to shake his head.

Song Yueying was exasperated by her and waved her hand, saying, "Go, goodbye... no, never again."

The original owner bowed to Song Yueying again, and this time Song Yueying didn't avoid it. She accepted the bow without a second thought; given the mess she had left behind, she deserved it.

Suddenly waking up, Song Yueying stared fixedly at the ceiling, recalling the conversation she had with the original owner of the body in the dream. There wasn't a single useful piece of information; the dream had been completely wasted.

She raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, then turned her head and saw Qi Yanjue lying by the bedside.

She immediately recalled how the original owner of the body knew nothing when asked questions. It was truly unlucky of her to have transmigrated into the body of such an unreliable person.

Thinking that the original owner had forgotten Qi Yanjue, Song Yueying felt a sense of balance. By that measure, Qi Yanjue was actually more unlucky; being forgotten by his own wife was indeed more unfortunate than her.

As if sensing something, Qi Yanjue raised his head, and their eyes met.

"You're awake," Qi Yanjue said first, his tone filled with joy.

"Mmm," Song Yueying responded softly.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Qi Yanjue asked again.

Song Yueying silently shook her head, looking at Qi Yanjue's handsome face with a slightly awkward expression. She had mistaken him for her biological brother, but it turned out he was her husband.

They were even married.

Thinking about the marriage certificate, I also remembered that the two of us had agreed to get a divorce.

I wonder if Qi Yanjue still hasn't changed his mind and still wants to divorce her. Song Yueying sat up, her bright eyes staring straight at Qi Yanjue.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yanjue felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

Regardless of whether Qi Yanjue wanted a divorce or not, she wanted one now. Having made up her mind, Song Yueying asked calmly, "Qi Yanjue, when are we going to get a divorce?"

Her voice was hoarse, and her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.

"What did you say?" Qi Yanjue thought he had misheard.

He never expected that the first thing Song Yueying said to him when she woke up would be when he was going to get a divorce.

"I said, when are we going to get a divorce?" Thinking he hadn't heard her clearly, Song Yueying repeated herself, then asked, "When are we going to get a divorce?"

Qi Yanjue remained silent, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her without blinking.

After spending these past few days together, he learned that she had returned to her hometown and hadn't remarried. He also heard his mother-in-law's complaints and realized she wasn't doing well there, which made him feel very guilty.

She suddenly fainted yesterday evening, which terrified my mother-in-law and him.

"Your sudden, unexplained coma gave my mother-in-law and me quite a fright." It was then that he truly understood his own heart, and Qi Yanjue added this sentence to his mind.

"I'm sorry." Having startled the person, Song Yueying felt she should apologize.

Although she didn't think her unconsciousness would scare Qi Yanjue, saying sorry wouldn't hurt her.

The moment he uttered the word "sorry," the distance between them instantly increased. Qi Yanjue suppressed the urge to strangle her, got up, and went to the desk to pick up the water glass that had been on it.

He returned and handed it to Song Yueying, saying, "Drink some water to soothe your throat."

"Thank you." Taking the water glass, Song Yueying tilted her head back slightly and gulped down half of the water.

"We're family, no need to thank me." Qi Yanjue's voice was cold and hard. He took the water glass from her hand without expression and turned to leave.

Song Yueying tried to stop him but it was too late. She watched helplessly as he walked to the desk and fiddled with something. He turned back, steam rising from the water glass in his hand.

The sweet aroma filled the air, and Song Yueying suddenly felt very hungry.

"I know you're hungry, have a glass of malted milk to tide you over." Qi Yanjue handed the glass of water to Song Yueying.

Taking the cup, Song Yueying eagerly took a sip, her eyes crinkling with satisfaction. So delicious! The only downside was that it was a little hot, otherwise she could have chugged it down in one go.

Seeing her eyes narrow with satisfaction, her expression like that of a cat that had just stolen some cream, Qi Yanjue twirled his fingers and reminded her, "It's a little hot, drink it slowly."

Song Yueying nodded, held the cup in both hands, and gently blew on it, trying to cool it down before drinking it in one gulp.

"Your sudden coma has made my mother-in-law and I very worried about you." This was true. He was not only worried about her, but while he was with her, he had already planned their future together.

To his surprise, the first thing she asked him when they were going to get a divorce was when she woke up. His hands, resting on his knees, clenched into fists, and Qi Yanjue felt a surge of irritation.

Song Yueying was taken aback, feeling that Qi Yanjue was strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"Where is my mother?" Song Yueying asked. She believed that her mother was worried about her, but she was skeptical that Qi Yanjue was worried about her.

She had just discussed divorce with him when he started talking about being family, and she didn't know what he was really up to.

Qi Yanjue didn't care that she was changing the subject and deliberately avoiding what he had said. What bothered him was that she was asking about my mother, not about us.

This inadvertently created distance between them, which Qi Yanjue could not agree with. He said, "Our mother has been watching over you for a long time. I saw that she was so sleepy, so I told her to go to sleep."

"Yes, you've thought of everything." Song Yueying nodded in agreement. Her mother had a mental illness and couldn't stay up late, so it was the right thing to let her go to sleep.

He was very thoughtful.

Thinking back to when she had just woken up, her first words to him were when they were going to get a divorce. Song Yueying realized she had been a bit too hasty and ungrateful.

But it's too late to take it back now; words spoken are like water spilled, they can't be taken back.

On second thought, she realized that she had already brought up divorce with him. If he happened to share the same idea, then everything would be fine. Conversely, if she brought it up a few more times, he might get tired of her and just go ahead and divorce her.

There's plenty of time, and she's not in a hurry anyway.

Light streamed into the room through the window, and Song Yueying was momentarily disoriented, unsure of the time. She asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

“One night,” Qi Yanjue replied.

Was she really unconscious for that long overnight? Song Yueying was somewhat surprised. In her dream, she walked for an unknown amount of time in a thick white fog, only managing to exchange a few words with the original owner of the body.

I never expected that only one night would pass.

"Before you lost consciousness, you called my name. Did my name have any special meaning to you, or was it some kind of revelation?" Qi Yanjue asked.

"Why...why would you ask that?" Song Yueying was so surprised that she stammered, unable to believe that he was so perceptive.

"Just a guess," Qi Yanjue said casually, his sharp eyes fixed on her.

She didn't immediately deny his question; instead, she asked him why he asked it that way. Her intuition told her that Song Yueying could give him the answer; it just depended on whether she was willing to enlighten him.

"Just guessing! Hahaha." After a few short, dry laughs, Song Yueying lowered her head and drank the malted milk powder in her cup to cover up her embarrassment.

Although his guesses weren't entirely correct, they were pretty close.

It was indeed after she called out his name that the original owner's memories of him were unlocked. What she couldn't understand was that she had called his name before, but the memories hadn't been unlocked.

Perhaps startled by his words, the malted milk powder didn't smell as good as before.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Qi Yanjue wasn't going to let her get away with it.

“I don’t know.” Song Yueying shook her head. “I don’t know if your name has any special meaning or revelation for me. But it is true that your face only became clear in my mind after I called out your name.”

"What do you mean?" Qi Yanjue asked in confusion, "What do you mean that my face only became clear in your mind after you called out my name?"

Could it be that her image of him was previously unclear in her mind?

“It means exactly what it says,” Song Yueying replied, frowning.

The literal meaning is exactly as I understood it. Qi Yanjue then asked the next question, "So, according to you, my face wasn't clear in your mind before?"

Song Yueying nodded. The original owner had completely left, and now she was the original owner.

If the original owner hadn't forgotten him, she wouldn't have made the mistake of mistaking him for her brother.

"You mistook me for my mother's son, and when I called you 'brother,' you must have been laughing at me in your heart!" By the end of her sentence, Song Yueying had already lowered her head in embarrassment.

I gripped the cup tightly with both hands; I'd never felt so awkward before.

Looking at her hand tightly gripping the cup, Qi Yanjue said, "I didn't make fun of you, but I did correct you and told you that I'm not your brother."

"Then why didn't you continue to correct me later?" Song Yueying's words were a bit unreasonable, but that was indeed what she was thinking at the moment.

Qi Yanjue replied, "If you can't correct it, then give up."

Is he the kind of person who gives up so easily? Song Yueying hadn't spent much time with him and didn't know him well, so she couldn't make a judgment.

She felt awkward again, just as the malted milk in the cup was at a drinkable temperature. She downed it in one gulp and then shoved the empty cup into Qi Yanjue's arms.

It means let him take it and put it away.

Qi Yanjue understood what she meant, placed the empty cup on the writing desk, and planned to take it out to wash after he finished talking to her.

Suddenly remembering something, Qi Yanjue walked up to Song Yueying, looking down at her, and asked, "When did you start forgetting me?"

Since their reunion, she hadn't recognized him, leading him to suspect she had been replaced by a spy. This suspicion only arose when she mistook him for her mother-in-law's son and called him "brother."

"I don't remember." Song Yueying shook her head. She knew in her heart that Qi Yanjue wouldn't give up if she didn't give him an answer, but the original owner really didn't remember.

He was so perceptive that he would likely see through her lie.