“Simply put, I believe you’ve lost those three years of memory,” Dr. Yang explained to Ye Can. “When I hypnotized you earlier, no other personality emerged. It was you yourself who answered me.”
“You simply told me your identity, then got lost in your memories and stopped responding to my questions.”
Ye Can’s face was still etched with bewilderment. “I told you… what my identity was?”
Dr. Yang replied with utmost sincerity. “You seem to believe you’re the king of a country called Yan. After dying as the Faint Lord, you were reborn into this world with your memories intact. You remember your childhood clearly, but everything before that is blurry…”
Ye Can looked at Dr. Yang pleadingly, waiting for her next words. “So? Is that some key piece of information?”
Dr. Yang smiled faintly. “About eight years ago, I hypnotized you and gave you psychological treatment. Back then, you didn’t yet think of yourself in those terms, but you did talk about your childhood. What you said matches what you’re describing now, more or less.”
Under the light’s glow, Ye Can’s face looked exceptionally pale. “So you’re saying the current me has gained some extra memories—or some fabricated backstory?”
Dr. Yang smiled again. “Not quite. Why not consider that you actually gained all those memories three years ago, then hid some of them away?”
Ye Can felt like a walking enigma. Hearing this, she murmured to herself, If that’s the case, then what am I now?
Dr. Yang smiled. “You’re Ye Can, of course. Memories can influence a person’s temperament, even create a sense of disconnection, but right now, you are indeed yourself.”
“Because… you didn’t assign yourself another name or identity, did you?”
This hypnosis session hadn’t helped Ye Can recall anything new. But Dr. Yang believed it was her subconscious memories at work, so she was willing to help Ye Can recover that part of herself.
Dr. Yang said, “Let’s give it a try and see if we can awaken those dormant memories.”
Ye Can hesitated deeply. “Even if I answer you while asleep, how can you tell which responses are real and which are just more fabricated details I’ve imposed on myself?”
Dr. Yang chuckled. “Because I have the key.”
Ye Can blinked in confusion. “The key?”
Dr. Yang nodded. “Yes—the very Miss Lin Zixi you’ve been pining for.”
Ye Can froze. Dr. Yang continued with a smile, “The backstory you gave was quite intriguing. You said you came to this world to wait for someone, and that person’s name is…”
Ye Can jumped in. “Lin Zixi?”
Dr. Yang nodded. “Exactly. And starting six years ago, Miss Lin has sent me nearly a thousand emails, all documenting your daily life.”
“Back then, you weren’t cooperating with treatment, so that was the only way I could monitor your condition.”
Ye Can’s eyes widened, sparkling with hope. Dr. Yang spun her chair around, facing away from Ye Can as she said coolly, “Don’t look at me like that. That’s patient privacy—I won’t show them to you.”
After a pause, Dr. Yang added, “At least, not until we’ve reached a conclusion.”
Thoroughly deflated, Ye Can slumped in her chair like a limp salted fish drained of all life. Dr. Yang smiled. “Don’t look so down. You remind me of a little dog soaked by the rain.”
Something in those words triggered a key switch in Ye Can’s mind, flashing a vaguely familiar scene before her eyes. She glanced at Dr. Yang. “You think I couldn’t feel down?”
Dr. Yang smiled. “But it will all pass. As long as you keep living well and don’t give up chasing happiness, everything will get better.”
Her tone was gentle, her gaze full of encouragement as she looked at Ye Can. “Happiness will come knocking eventually.”
Doused in a bucket of chicken soup, Ye Can stood up with a soft sigh. “One can hope.”
She bid farewell to Dr. Yang and scheduled their next session. Ye Can felt that, in her current mental state, she really needed the doctor’s positive encouragement and guidance.
Over the next few days, Ye Can frequently slipped away from work to visit Dr. Yang. Scattered bouts of déjà vu surfaced intermittently, but she still couldn’t piece together a complete picture.
Whether it was the hypnosis taking effect or not, Dr. Yang grew even more convinced that Ye Can had simply lost her memories. This diagnosis inexplicably sparked a flicker of hope in Ye Can: Maybe the one who’s always loved Lin Zixi… is me after all.
Otherwise, the impulse to propose at first sight would be far too frivolous.
After all, she wasn’t the frivolous type.
Clinging to this thought, Ye Can’s heart itched with restlessness, urging her to reach out to Lin Zixi. But she couldn’t find a good excuse, so she held back.
Whenever Dr. Yang heard these fragmented, heart-wrenching worries from Ye Can, she’d encourage her to be more proactive, braver—to pursue what she wanted.
Sadly, Ye Can still felt unworthy.
She doesn’t deserve it. She can’t provide it. She’s unlovable. These notions seemed innate, deeply rooted in Ye Can’s mind.
It wasn’t uncommon, but on Ye Can, it was especially heartbreaking. Onlookers couldn’t push too hard and simply let things unfold naturally.
A week passed like this, and soon Ye Shen’s due date arrived. On May 1st, Ye Shen gave birth to a baby girl in the hospital.
Ye Can felt little toward this new family member at first. But standing at the hospital room’s doorway, watching Ye Shen cradle the infant with a tender smile, she felt genuine gratitude for the child’s arrival.
Lying in bed, Ye Shen quickly spotted Ye Can and waved her over, child in arms. Ye Can approached with a stern face and loomed over the bedside.
Teasing the baby, Ye Shen looked up at Ye Can. “Does Can-Can want to hold her?”
Ye Can dragged a chair over and sat beside her, shaking her head. “No, I’m afraid I’ll do it wrong. She’s so tiny—I’m worried I’ll mess up.”
Ye Shen didn’t press. “It’s fine. As long as you hold her properly, there won’t be any issues.”
Ye Can nodded but made no move. Instead, she reached out and gently touched the newborn’s wrinkled, pink little face. “Have you thought of a name for her yet?”
Ye Shen smiled. “Not yet. What do you think she should be called, Can-Can?”
Ye Can blinked. “A name is hugely important for a person. That’s something a mother should decide—I don’t want any part in it.”
Ye Shen lowered her gaze to the baby in her arms and chuckled softly. “But I named you.”
Ye Can froze. She looked at Ye Shen, who gazed at the infant and said deliberately, “I remember the day you were born. Mom held you just like this, and had me sit right beside her.”
“That day, the sunlight was brilliantly radiant. It was a freezing winter, but the bright morning sun still streamed through the window.”
Ye Shen looked up at Ye Can. “Looking at you then, I felt like I could keep going.” For a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl, falling ill at such a vibrant age was devastating. The torment had nearly driven her to end it all.
But then came her little sister—a sister born because of her, come into the world for her sake.
Ye Shen felt that even if the world was awful, as long as so many people loved her, she could endure.
Ye Can had no memory of this, but in that moment, she subtly sensed Ye Shen’s emotions. She paused, then said, “So that’s why you named me Can?”
Ye Shen smiled. “Yes, because I hoped your life ahead would be brilliant and beautiful.”
Ye Can pressed her lips together, unsure what to feel. Her childhood and teenage years had been anything but.
Ye Shen seemed to grasp the harm she’d caused. “But I’m sorry—I haven’t been a good sister. I’ve filled your life with shadows.”
Ye Can looked up, surprised. Ye Shen met her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve owed you those words for years, but I have to say them now.”
Ye Can lowered her gaze, placing her hand on the baby’s face. The unopened eyes didn’t stop the infant from instinctively grabbing her finger tight. Staring at the tiny hand clutching hers, Ye Can nodded after a long moment and murmured an “Mm.”
She accepted the apology—but said nothing of forgiveness.
At that moment, though, forgiveness hardly mattered.
Ye Shen let out a relieved breath. Glancing at the baby, she smiled. “I’m going to name her Ye Xin.”
Facing Ye Can’s puzzled look, Ye Shen explained, “Xin as in ‘newborn.’ I hope that no matter what mistakes she makes or choices she takes, she’ll remember she has the right to a fresh start.”
Ye Shen looked up at Ye Can. “Can-Can, I feel like I’ve been reborn. What about you? Are you still the person from eight years ago? Or the one who fled in despair three years back?”
“Are you happy? Fulfilled? Do you have something you’re striving for?”
She paused, her words pointed. “You’ve been reborn before. You’ve shone brightly before. But right now, you don’t seem truly at ease.”
“As your sister, no matter what you decide, I just want you to be genuinely happy and content.”
Hearing this, Ye Can looked at the newborn gripping her hand and made her choice. She nodded. “Don’t worry. I will.”
After all, wasn’t the meaning of life for most people just to make themselves a little happier?
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