A Chan – CH 097

Chapter 97: His Wall (2)

He looked up at Li Weiyi and asked, “Where is this? What happened?”

Before he finished speaking, Li Weiyi pounced on him like a fledgling bird, hugging his waist tightly and burying her face in his chest.

Zhang Jingchan paused, looking down at the person in his arms, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Li Weiyi felt a pang of sorrow, tears welling in her eyes as she replied, “You were in a vegetative state for eight years.”

Zhang Jingchan was taken aback, sighed, and patted her head, saying, “It’s nothing; I just slept it off.”

Li Weiyi understood his words. Normally, each time she transmigrated, eight years passed in an instant, an iterative overhaul, almost like sleeping. But this time, Li Weiyi had fully accepted all the emotions and memories of this “Li Weiyi” in this life. It felt as if she had truly waited eight years, with so much grievance and love, yet unable to express it.

Now Li Weiyi finally understood the frustration Zhang Jingchan felt when facing her that day. He had poured his heart out with love, while she had simply slept in.

Li Weiyi was annoyed, forcefully wiping her snot and tears against his chest. But subconsciously, she didn’t want him to know that she had done the same foolish, infatuated thing as he had been. She straightened up, saying casually, “Wasn’t I worried you wouldn’t wake up? How would I manage on my own?”

Zhang Jingchan held her shoulder, looking at her red eyes and nose, and gently stroked her nose with his knuckle, asking, “So dependent on me?”

This man, he’s at it again. Li Weiyi turned her head away, not letting him touch her.

But then she heard him speak again, calmly: “I don’t think so. Before my eyes even opened, I heard someone digging at the wall. Eight years of being in a vegetative state—who knows how much the wall has been loosened?”

Li Weiyi was so angry she laughed, pushing him away, but he grabbed her hand. Li Weiyi said, “Get lost! I already said it was an accident in my past life, and in this life I’ve never promised him anything; it’s all clean!”

Zhang Jingchan held her hand tightly, smiling faintly, about to speak, when suddenly he looked up at the half-open doorway.

“What’s wrong?” Li Weiyi got up and went over, opening the door. She caught a glimpse of a black coat disappearing around the corner of the stairs. She paused, closed the door, and sat back down on the bed.

“It looks like Xu Yi. I don’t know if he stayed or came back. He might have heard us. What should we do?”

Zhang Jingchan lifted the covers, slowly trying to put his legs off the bed. Seeing this, Li Weiyi quickly and skillfully pulled one leg down, then tucked the covers behind his back so he could lean against them. Zhang Jingchan watched her actions without saying a word.

Zhang Jingchan sat down, slowly raising his feet slightly to move them around, saying, “It’s nothing. I suspect he already guessed.”

Li Weiyi’s eyes widened: “You mean… he guessed we switched places?”

Zhang Jingchan, supporting his opposite shoulder joint with one hand, began to rotate it, nodding in agreement: “Even Li Yunmo could tell. Xu Yi, such a shrewd person, pursuing you so aggressively, couldn’t possibly not have noticed.”

Li Weiyi thought for a moment, then glanced at Zhang Jingchan again, saying, “Then he’s quite bold. Isn’t he afraid that one day I’ll really agree to him, and then we’ll switch places again, and then it would be you and him…”

Zhang Jingchan never expected her thinking to jump to such an unusual angle. After a moment of silence, he said irritably, “You’re quite considerate of him.”

Li Weiyi chuckled.

“What if he didn’t make a mistake?” Zhang Jingchan added.

Li Weiyi paused.

Footsteps sounded again outside the door, and both of them fell silent.

The door was pushed open, and Li Yunmo stood there, sweating profusely, staring blankly at the two people sitting opposite each other in the room: “Am I dreaming…?”