Intermittent sobs echoed through the car from Lin Zixi, who was suppressing her cries. Seated in the driver’s seat, Ye Can felt her heart ache in the oppressive atmosphere, her limbs going numb.
Her fingertips trembled on the steering wheel. If this continued, she might cause an accident. She had no choice but to pull over into a parking spot on the street, stopping the car until Lin Zixi’s state stabilized and her own emotions settled before continuing.
The crying from the back seat didn’t subside for a good while. Ye Can leaned back in her seat, relaxing her body, when suddenly she thought that it would have been better if Ye Can No.1 had been the one to wake up instead of her.
After all, Ye Can No.1 was loved by everyone, but aside from Ye Shen, no one loved her.
This realization made Ye Can feel a twinge of jealousy. Beyond family, that Ye Can had a lover, friends, countless fans she’d never met shedding real tears for her. They constantly wished for her to stay alive, burdened with their expectations.
Someone like that had once existed so brilliantly and vibrantly—that was what it truly meant to be “alive.” Just entertaining the thought made Ye Can jealous.
This jealousy twisted her slightly. She began to think that when she’d woken up and considered asking Lin Zixi if she wanted to start over, it had been a bit despicable. It was as if her existence was stealing Ye Can No.1‘s body to live on.
Perhaps, to the current Lin Zixi, that’s exactly what she was.
Ye Can felt like a giant hand was squeezing her heart. The pain and discomfort choked her throat like something foreign was lodged there. She tilted her head back, staring at the car roof, and murmured lowly, “I’m sorry, Miss Lin. I feel truly apologetic.”
“For an outsider like me, this is all the comfort I can offer. I’m sorry that the one who survived is me.” Not the Ye Can you wanted, not the Ye Can everyone wanted.
Lin Zixi buried her face in her hands, shaking her head while holding back her sobs. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”
She looked up at Ye Can’s back and murmured, “As long as you’re alive—as long as you can live, that’s enough.” Wang, as long as we can meet again, that’s enough.
Ye Can felt a pang of melancholy. “But for you all, the one who woke up being me must still feel like a regret.”
Lin Zixi shook her head. She raised a hand to wipe away the excess tears on her face, took a deep breath, and forced out, “It’s not like that. Not at all.”
She tried desperately to explain something, but the tears wouldn’t stop flowing, no matter how much she wiped them. Ye Can sighed and reached for a tissue, handing it back to Lin Zixi once more.
Lin Zixi took the tissue, pressing it gently to her swollen, red eyes as she softly said, “I’m sorry. I lost control today.”
Ye Can paused. “I can understand how you feel, and I’m sorry too. Maybe I should be the one apologizing—after all, I’m the one who took over the body of the person you loved.”
For some reason, Lin Zixi let out a soft chuckle.
Perplexed, Ye Can turned to look at her. In the back seat, Lin Zixi cradled the tissue box, blooming with an extraordinarily tender smile under sunlight filtered to ninety-nine percent purity.
In that instant, Ye Can felt like she was seeing a pure white pear blossom unfurling after enduring winter, greeted by a gentle spring breeze—everything before her eyes was so fresh and moving.
Something seemed to break through the soil in her chest. Ye Can instinctively touched her heart, silently averting her gaze.
How to put it? Whether it was the sleeping Lin Zixi, the bewildered one upon waking, or the one now crying until her eyes were red and swollen—she found her beautiful.
Ye Can’s ear tips flushed red in a pathetic display, and she began to forgive herself for those foolish moments over the past three years when she’d thought of her now and then.
With a beauty like you, love at first sight, dreaming of you day and night, tossing and turning.
That was perfectly normal.
If there hadn’t been a “Ye Can No.1” standing between them, Ye Can felt like she would have proposed to Lin Zixi the moment they met.
Did loving someone need a reason? Wasn’t falling for her beauty at first sight enough?
Love was irrational by nature.
If a reason was absolutely necessary, was the fact that her heart had run off to Lin Zixi upon first sight sufficient?
Ye Can’s thoughts grew muddled. She asked vaguely, “Miss Lin… why the sudden laugh?”
Lin Zixi sniffled and said softly, “It’s nothing. I just felt happy hearing you say that.”
Ye Can asked uncomprehendingly, “What did I say?”
Lin Zixi parted her lips and said gently, “You used two words—’love person.'”
Ye Can suddenly understood. “Oh, that. After all, Ye Can No.1 really was your lover. You two loved each other once.”
Lin Zixi nodded. “Yes, we loved each other once. That’s enough.” Being able to love was already a rare blessing. Back when she hadn’t recalled Wang, she’d only thought of Wang as Ye Can’s alternate personality. Lin Zixi had even considered this scenario.
Even so, she’d decided that if the Ye Can she loved one day vanished, she’d still choose to cherish the other Ye Can. No memories? It didn’t matter. She could bear all their experiences alone.
But now, Lin Zixi still felt sad—of course she did—but it was just sadness, nothing more.
Lin Zixi took a deep breath and said clearly, word by word, “Ye Can, I won’t cry anymore. This is the last time.”
Had she chosen to leave Hell with Wang back then because she clung to the hope that Wang would retain memories alongside her?
When Wang’s memories had resurfaced and she’d seen Lin Zixi knowing nothing, had she planned to treat her like a stranger?
No.
The one with memories could never control being drawn to the other, always hoping from the heart that she lived well. Lin Zixi resolved not to demand more—as long as Ye Can lived properly in this world, that was enough.
Confirming that Ye Can was alive and well, and that her Wang was enjoying a different life in this world, brought Lin Zixi a subtle sense of relief.
If fate decreed it so, then let it be.
Lin Zixi wiped away her tears, determined no longer to wander lost. “Seeing you like this now, I really feel happy.”
Ye Can vaguely understood her mood—as if her mere survival was the greatest gift of life. A reward, and a punishment.
Ye Can sensed Lin Zixi had calmed. The atmosphere in the car gradually lifted from its oppression. With no more sobs from Lin Zixi, the pain and helplessness receded from Ye Can, pulling her back from numbness.
Ye Can placed her hands back on the steering wheel and asked toward the back, “Can I take you home now?”
Lin Zixi nodded with a soft “Mm.”
Ye Can started the car again and hit the road with Lin Zixi.
The tension between them eased bit by bit, lightening Ye Can’s mood considerably.
Lin Zixi wiped the tears from her face. Ye Can reminded her there was mineral water in the car to wet for a cold compress on her eyes. Lin Zixi thanked her, then gazed at Ye Can’s figure with arms hugged to herself and gently asked, “After I woke up… where did you go?”
Ye Can hadn’t expected Lin Zixi to bring up such topics and paused before saying, “I stayed abroad for a while, studying painting.”
Lin Zixi shuddered, biting her lower lip. “Why study painting?”
Ye Can chuckled lightly. “I’ve always liked painting since before, but Ye Shen—my sister, you probably have some impression of her—is a bit odd. Because of her, I didn’t study painting and went into architecture instead. Of course, I’ve abandoned that now too.”
Lin Zixi hesitated. “So you studied painting for three years?”
Ye Can shook her head. “Not quite. About a year, then I invested in a wildlife documentary team and traveled the world with them. They filmed; I sketched and painted.”
“You might hate hearing this, but I left partly to avoid Ye Can No.1’s fans, and partly because so many people loved her—I felt I couldn’t waste this body.”
“It’s a body for two people. I have to live well for her sake.”
Ye Can tilted her head. “Something like that, I guess.”
Ye Can thought that since the previous Ye Can No.1 had lived so gorgeously and spectacularly, she couldn’t waste the body left behind. She had to do something to prove that the other’s spirit lingered within her.
This new life was probably a gift from her, so she couldn’t squander it.
Lin Zixi offered no judgment. Ye Can felt a bit anxious and added, “Compared to Ye Can No.1, my life seems pretty dull and meager.”
After all, that one was a superstar adored by millions; she wasn’t, and couldn’t be.
Listening to Ye Can’s self-deprecating tone, Lin Zixi felt that this Ye Can was truly completely different from before. The only similarity was their equally radiant glow.
But Wang had burned with all the fire of her life, scorching everything like the sun. This Ye Can, however, adorned her soul with soft, illuminating flames—gentle and bright.
Lin Zixi parted her lips, weighing her words before saying, “But you love your life. You love yourself, right?”
Ye Can nodded. “Yes, I love my current life—and myself, of course.” Because this wasn’t just her body, maybe not even just her life. She wanted to live freely, chase happiness, make her life more meaningful.
Lin Zixi’s gaze softened gradually. “Are you happy, then? Ye Can.”
Ye Can thought for a moment. “I think I am happy.”
Lin Zixi sighed softly. “Is that so? That’s good, then.”
After all, every day and night for Wang had been lonely torment. But in those three years, Wang had tasted a hint of happiness.
Not to mention this Wang, who had now learned to pursue it.
Confirming that was enough to fill Lin Zixi with boundless relief.
Lin Zixi was the same. She didn’t hysterically cry out about how long she’d waited for her, how deeply she loved her. No, she didn’t.
To each other, they were romantics to the utmost extreme, their gentleness too profound for words.
Many people loved Ye Can, and she deserved every bit of it.
But Teacher Lin deserved it too…
I know the characters I create are all so dreamy, the author reflected, because that’s all I do—dream.
Dreaming was romantic, beautiful. The world was so cruel—why couldn’t she chase a dream that was romantic to the utmost?
Even if only one person remembered, that was enough.
Even if you forgot, that was fine.
Whether it was the Ye Can from before or the Lin Zixi of now, they both harbored the same wish: As long as you live well, as long as you’re happy—even if we’re parted to the ends of the earth, it still counts as growing old together until our hair turns white.
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