Never let them know you can see!
Never let them know you can see!!!
In a hazy daze, Fang Xiu opened his sleepy eyes. On the pure white ceiling, densely packed scarlet characters pierced his vision.
His eyes were unfocused, his pupils slightly dilated, his face displaying the bewildered look of someone just awakened. But in the next second, his pupils abruptly contracted, and he recoiled as if startled by a sudden attack, jolting upright in bed.
He sat up straight.
"This... this is..."
Fang Xiu raised his head, his face filled with shock and astonishment as he looked at the blood-red characters covering the entire ceiling. The crimson, blood-like script crawled all over the surface, twisted and distorted like countless wriggling tadpoles, exuding a bizarre feeling.
His mind was completely blank; he couldn't comprehend why his bedroom ceiling would be covered in writing after a normal night's sleep at home, as if someone had bitten their finger and painstakingly written each character with their own blood.
"What's going on? Who wrote on my ceiling?"
"Never... let... them know... you can see?"
Fang Xiu subconsciously read the dense, blood-colored words on the ceiling.
However, in the next instant, the scarlet characters that covered the ceiling vanished into thin air. Their disappearance was abrupt, as if they had never existed.
Fang Xiu rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe what he had seen, and then looked up again. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't see any trace of the blood-red writing; only a pure white ceiling remained.
"How is this possible?! Did I just wake up confused? Am I seeing things? Having hallucinations? Or was it a dream?" Fang Xiu began to doubt his own eyes.
"But those characters were so clear, so real just now."
This bizarre event inexplicably made Fang Xiu's heart pound with unease.
Whether it was a hallucination or reality, all Fang Xiu wanted at this moment was to leave the bedroom and get some fresh air.
But just as he was about to get out of bed, his eyes instinctively glanced around the room, and his entire body suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning.
"This isn't my bedroom!"
"What on earth is going on? Am I still dreaming?"
Fang Xiu looked in disbelief at the unfamiliar room before him. The desk, the computer, the wardrobe, the bed—everything felt utterly foreign.
He was certain that this was not his bedroom.
"Where is this place?!"
Fang Xiu hadn't drunk any alcohol the night before, nor had he gone to the wrong house. After finishing overtime, he clearly remembered returning home, eating a bowl of instant noodles, watching some online videos, and then falling asleep due to exhaustion.
But now, the instant noodle cup that had been on the bedside table was gone, and so were the two crumpled tissues he had thrown on the floor yesterday.
Everything was too tidy, and too unfamiliar.
"What exactly is going on?" Fang Xiu murmured in disbelief. But in the next second, a jumble of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind, causing him to momentarily lose himself.
A moment later, Fang Xiu regained his senses, staring blankly at his palm.
"I... I've transmigrated?"
"Transmigrated to a parallel world similar to my previous one?"
Fang Xiu's thoughts raced. The unfamiliar memories from just now belonged to the original owner of this body. These memories were too numerous and chaotic for him to fully process at once. After all, they spanned twenty years of life experience and couldn't be completely absorbed in a short moment. He could only pick out the important memories to examine first.
The original owner of this body was also called Fang Xiu. Like the Fang Xiu who had transmigrated, he was an orphan, about the same age, and looked almost exactly the same—ordinary-looking, just like Louis Koo.
The only differences were their life paths and the world's background.
The Fang Xiu who had transmigrated had received financial aid from kind people and had studied hard, allowing him to get into a key university, where he was currently studying.
The Fang Xiu here, however, was not so lucky. He had been forced to drop out of high school due to lack of funds and was currently working as a salesperson in a sales office.
The world's background was also similar to his previous one, but many historical events and figures were slightly different.
"But even if I did transmigrate, what were those blood-red characters just now? In the original owner's memories, nothing so strange has ever happened."
The bizarre blood-red writing gave Fang Xiu a bad premonition. He searched through his newly acquired memories but found no relevant information.
Just then, suddenly!
A gentle female voice sounded from outside the bedroom.
"Husband, breakfast is ready."
Fang Xiu was startled by the sudden sound, then abruptly froze. Husband!?
Did the me in this parallel world get married so early? Or is it a girlfriend? After all, many couples call each other that.
He quickly tried to recall memories of his wife, but his thoughts were immediately interrupted because a slender figure in a white silk camisole nightgown had already come into view.
At the first glance of his wife, Fang Xiu's eyes widened involuntarily, and he was momentarily stunned.
Having seen countless beauties with enhanced features in short videos, Fang Xiu considered himself highly resistant to beauty. But when he saw his wife, his first reaction, besides being amazed, was utter amazement.
The woman before him was unbelievably beautiful.
She wore a white silk camisole nightgown. The fabric was soft and clung perfectly to her body, outlining a flawless and alluring figure.
The nightgown was short, barely covering her full curves, and a pair of long, fair legs were exposed to the air, faintly glowing with a cool, white sheen, like the most precious white jade.
Her skin wasn't just ordinary fair; it was cool-toned, a white so pale it had a slightly pink undertone to the naked eye.
Her bare, cold-white shoulders were only adorned with two delicate white straps.
A swan-like neck and exquisite collarbones were displayed without reservation.
With such a delicate and perfect figure, even with a face that scored only sixty points, she would still be considered a beauty.
But her face was far more than sixty points. If Fang Xiu were to rate it, he would give it ninety-nine, withholding one point for fear of making her arrogant.
It was a face that almost perfectly embodied the gentle and beautiful essence of a woman.
Eyes like autumn water gazed at Fang Xiu affectionately, and a gentle smile adorned her face. The smile was incredibly soothing, as if it could heal any inner wound.
At this moment, Fang Xiu suddenly felt that transmigrating wasn't so bad after all. At least, if he hadn't transmigrated, he would never have found such a beautiful and gentle wife in his entire life.
"Husband, you're awake. Breakfast is ready," his wife said again softly, her face carrying a gentle expression like water.
Fang Xiu hurriedly wanted to reply. After all, failing to react within two seconds when someone speaks to you would seem foolish.
But he didn't know what to call the woman before him. Should he call her by name, or wife? Darling? Honey? Sweetheart? Or dear daughter? His brain frantically searched for memories related to his wife.
The original owner's memories were too vast, and Fang Xiu couldn't digest them all at once. These memories were stored in the brain's database, and Fang Xiu needed to input commands to retrieve them.
At this moment, he was searching for memories about his wife. However... a horrifying thing happened.
His wife's name, absent! Dating history, absent! Special skills or hobbies, absent! Favorite positions, absent!
Nothing!
In fact, there was no memory of this person at all.
This... this was impossible!
The original owner of this body was actually a lifelong bachelor. So where did this wife come from?
Fang Xiu suddenly felt his blood run cold, his heart skipping a beat. Looking at the gently smiling wife before him, he felt his throat go dry, as if something was stuck there, preventing him from speaking.
Two seconds had already passed.
His wife was very patient. The gentle smile remained on her face, but strangely, her smile hadn't changed at all. It was as precise as a robot's, maintaining a fixed arc and angle, and even the curve of her eyes hadn't altered.
Coupled with her cold-white skin, it gave off an eerie, inanimate feeling.
It was as if a beautiful face was carved onto a piece of pale, exquisite porcelain.
This was unbelievable because people were living beings, with heartbeats and breath. Just as it was difficult for a person not to blink for a long time, it was also difficult to maintain an unchanging smile. Even her eyelashes hadn't trembled in the slightest.
Somehow, being stared at by such a smile, Fang Xiu no longer felt the previous gentleness but instead felt a creeping sense of dread.
The former sense of healing had begun to turn into unease.
"Who... who are you?" Fang Xiu managed to say with some difficulty.
As soon as these words were spoken, his wife's smile changed.
A look of immense delight burst forth in her eyes, and her previously gentle smile widened exaggeratedly, stretching the corners of her mouth into an alarming arc.
"You can see me!" A voice filled with suppressed elation came from his wife's mouth.