"Tap, tap, tap—"
The rain seemed to grow heavier.
Ye Shuang's mind was blank as he instinctively held the light, fragile body in his arms.
A ringing echoed in his ears.
[Character: An Shiyu
Congenital heart disease, cardiac arrest, near death]
His lips parted, but no words came out. Ye Shuang numbly brushed his fingers against An Shiyu’s forehead, and upon feeling her body gradually turning cold, he immediately fumbled for his phone to call emergency services.
Wasn’t she getting better?
What exactly happened…
"Stay calm, stay calm… Her heart stopped. Right, first aid…" Ye Shuang took a deep breath and laid An Shiyu on the ground, starting chest compressions.
He pressed down hard on her chest, then shook her shoulders and shouted near her ear,
"An Shiyu… don’t fall asleep!"
"An Shiyu!"
"Aren’t you the invincible ninja?! Wake up, An Shiyu!"
"Don’t just give up like this—you’re still so young!"
"Please… open your eyes, okay?"
Ye Shuang continued CPR, but An Shiyu showed no response, as if she had simply drifted into a deep slumber.
Just then, the Ferris wheel finally descended.
"Someone, help! Someone fainted!" Ye Shuang shouted urgently toward the exit, but what greeted his eyes was an ambulance with flashing lights—and a girl who looked exactly like An Shiyu.
Her eyes lowered as she gazed at the figure on the ground, as if she had expected this all along.
"Let’s go."
Several people in white coats approached and lifted An Shiyu onto a stretcher.
By the time they reached the hospital, Ye Shuang sat numbly on a chair in the hallway.
"You… are you An Shiyu’s sister? Or her twin?" Ye Shuang asked the girl beside him.
"I am An Shiyu. Starting today, there will only be one An Shiyu left in this world… probably." Her voice was lazy, yet laced with something unreadable.
Ye Shuang had countless questions, but as he stared at the glowing "Surgery in Progress" sign in the distance, a sense of helplessness washed over him.
It felt like there was nothing he could do.
"Haah…" Ye Shuang rubbed his face, trying to steady himself, when hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
He looked up and saw a familiar old man.
Anshi Yilang.
"What’s happening to my little fish?! What’s going on?!" His voice trembled with barely restrained emotion.
"Mr. Anshi, please keep your voice down. The surgery is still ongoing."
At the mention of surgery, Anshi Yilang clenched his fists and forced himself to stay quiet. His gaze then fell on Ye Shuang and the other girl sitting nearby.
"You two…"
"There’s still a chance. Won’t you reconsider?" the girl spoke, her tone indecipherable.
Anshi Yilang: "…"
He sat down, his usual strong demeanor crumbling into disarray.
"Please, protect my child… please…" The lifelong atheist pressed his hands together, praying to the blank hospital wall.
Night deepened.
Outside, the rain grew louder, its chaotic rhythm mirroring the unrest in everyone’s hearts.
Then, the surgery light dimmed.
A doctor in a white coat stepped out, followed by a stretcher carrying the motionless girl.
"How is my little fish?!"
"Mr. Anshi… I’m so sorry."
Anshi Yilang erupted. "What do you mean, SORRY?!!!"
"I spent fortunes on research, on keeping you all employed—all I wanted was for my granddaughter to be healthy! Was that too much to ask?!!!"
"Mr. Anshi, we truly did everything we could. Miss An Shiyu still has a little time left… Please spend these final moments with her." The doctor’s voice was gentle, but the verdict was absolute.
"Old Man Anshi, calm down—"
"DAMN IT!!!!"
……
……
"Beep… beep…"
A faint line flickered weakly on the monitor.
An Shiyu lay on the hospital bed, awaiting her final moments.
Thanks to a powerful experimental drug, her vitals were artificially sustained—a pseudo-death state, not true death, but a sleep from which she would never wake.
According to the doctor, the line could flatline tomorrow… or in the next minute.
She looked so pale, so fragile, like a bubble on the verge of popping.
Ye Shuang and the others stood silently by her side.
Anshi Yilang, his eyes red, clutched his granddaughter’s small hand, whispering prayers for a miracle.
He had imagined this day countless times in his mind, yet when it finally arrived, he was powerless against the storm of grief.
Ye Shuang: "…"
"Here. Take this." The girl beside him suddenly handed over a small notebook.
"What is this…?"
"Who knows."
It was a palm-sized booklet, similar to the ones Bai Yuyou often used to communicate.
Flipping through, Ye Shuang found most pages blank—except for the first one.
[Wish List]
1. (Crossed out) Eat tomatoes
2. (Crossed out) Go hiking
3. (Crossed out) Visit an amusement park
Each wish had a few words scribbled out before it. Peering closer, Ye Shuang realized the erased text read:
[With Uncle]
Ye Shuang: "…"
With… me?
"She was a coward. She knew she was dying, so she never dared to show her true feelings," the girl said flatly. Then, as if her task was complete, she turned and left the room.
Ye Shuang gripped the notebook, his heart in turmoil.
Yeah… he should’ve realized it sooner.
His gaze returned to the girl on the bed.
But no matter what he wanted to say now, she would never hear it.
[Would you… be willing to pay the price?]
A faint prompt appeared, freezing Ye Shuang’s expression. Slowly, he reached out.
[Would you… be willing to pay the price?]
"I would."
[Exchange one-fourth of your memories for the ability to enter other timelines an unlimited number of times—valid for one day only.]
"Memories…?" Ye Shuang hesitated. But even if he entered another timeline, could he really save her?
Creating a new timeline wouldn’t change their future here.
Yet, in the next second, his eyes locked onto the words "unlimited number of times," and his breathing grew ragged.
Unlimited…
If it truly meant unlimited attempts…
If his theory was correct, if there was even a sliver of hope…
Then maybe…
"I’ll pay the price!"
[Please select the relevant memories.]
Ye Shuang paused, her gaze settling on the final option.
"I offer all my memories of Zhao Mengyao as the exchange!"
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