I Am a Cat (13)

However, Si's true form was entirely that of a mature woman, so these clothes were all too small for her.

Damn it.

Was she doomed to be short forever?

"By the way, Si, when it comes to my body later, remember to adjust the height. I want to be tall."

"Three meters tall?" Si asked.

Little Wei: "..."

"I want to be taller, not pierce the sky." Little Wei was utterly disappointed in Si.

"You should just hurry up and get dressed," Si urged.

Little Wei: "..."

Ugh, there was really no way to communicate with Si.

These sinful outfits were beyond imagination, though Li Jiewei had chosen relatively simple ones for convenience when going out.

And two of them were in a JK schoolgirl style.

Well, at least the JK style pleased her.

Damn it, these kinds of clothes should really be worn by Li Jiewei herself.

When Little Wei stepped out of the bedroom, she saw Li Jiewei absentmindedly stroking the bead on her wristwatch.

Little Wei rubbed her chin. Did Li Jiewei even know the function of that bead? She was just staring at it—had she dreamed about it?

"Uh, is that watch of yours important?" Little Wei approached Li Jiewei tentatively.

"Not really. It’s just pretty," Li Jiewei replied, putting the watch away before glancing at Little Wei in her blue-and-white JK outfit.

"It really suits you. Next time, I’ll buy you a qipao."

Little Wei: ???

She suspected Li Jiewei was treating her like a dress-up doll.

"I’m tired. I’m going to sleep." Li Jiewei yawned and headed back to her bedroom.

After cooking and accompanying Little Wei to buy clothes, Li Jiewei was exhausted.

Left to her own devices, Little Wei had to entertain herself.

She dozed off, only to be awakened in the middle of the night by the faint sound of a door opening.

It was barely noticeable, as if someone was deliberately trying not to disturb anyone.

Silver moonlight spilled across the living room tiles, and Little Wei saw a long shadow stretching across the floor.

It was Li Jiewei.

But it didn’t quite feel like her.

Li Jiewei didn’t bother waking her up. Instead, she leaned over, examining something on the coffee table. Little Wei squinted as she heard Li Jiewei speak.

"If you’re awake, there’s no need to pretend." Li Jiewei’s cold voice rang in Little Wei’s ears.

Her awareness was that sharp?

Little Wei slowly opened her eyes and saw Li Jiewei, who had favored light-colored clothes during the day, now dressed in a black dress.

She held the watch that had been on the coffee table earlier, her fingers lightly tracing its surface.

"You should know what can and can’t be said." With that, Li Jiewei leaped off the balcony.

What the hell?

Little Wei was completely baffled.

Sure, Li Jiewei looked kind of cool in a black dress, but there was no need to show off like that.

"There’s something off about her. We should follow her," the staff suddenly spoke up.

"No kidding. Did she lose her mind?" Little Wei grumbled.

Just this afternoon, she had been a gentle older sister. Was Li Jiewei really into this dual-personality act?

Damn it.

Still, she wanted to know what Li Jiewei was up to in the middle of the night.

Little Wei jumped down with the staff in tow. Fortunately, Li Jiewei hadn’t gone far, so she could still keep up.

With the staff’s help, they flew for less than half an hour before Little Wei saw Li Jiewei stop in the ruins where cultivation was possible. There were quite a few people around—Little Wei could sense the lively energy in the air.

Oh no.

Wasn’t Li Jiewei just walking into danger here?

Little Wei looked up and saw a dark figure standing atop the ruins, the wind whipping around her. It was Li Jiewei, holding a silver spear, its tip gleaming brilliantly under the moonlight.

Where had that spear come from?

"You’ve been looking for me, haven’t you?" Li Jiewei’s lips curled slightly, her eyes filled with disdain.

Before Little Wei could react, several shadowy figures emerged, standing at the base of the ruins and staring up at Li Jiewei.

"You’re Li Jiewei?" Some exchanged glances, disbelief written on their faces.

After searching for so long, she had just appeared before them?

This mission wasn’t as simple as they’d thought.

"You can call me that, though it’s not my only name." With a flick of her wrist, Li Jiewei twirled the spear, sending silver arcs through the night.

"I know you’ve been sent by the Heavenly Dao to punish me."

At this, the staff’s jaw nearly dropped.

The Heavenly Dao.

While this world had cultivators, hearing those words from Li Jiewei’s mouth was downright bizarre.

"Just who are you?" Even the other hosts were stunned.

"Princess Hanyu, Li Xunle."

Those light, almost careless words carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

Meanwhile, Little Wei glanced at the staff beside her.

"Why didn’t she just call herself Li Xunhuan?"

The staff broke into a cold sweat. "That’s not the point. The point is, something’s seriously wrong here. And the ‘Xun’ in Princess Hanyu’s name has the water radical."

But Li Jiewei couldn’t possibly be Li Xunle.

They weren’t even from the same era.

This was beyond ridiculous.

Had Li Jiewei been possessed? It wasn’t impossible—after all, their personalities were polar opposites.

Meanwhile, the other hosts were pulling out their phones to look up Princess Hanyu.

Little Wei decided to do the same, but before she could even take out her phone, someone caught her red-handed.

Zhao Ming.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Ming found it strange.

"I—" Before Little Wei could finish, Zhao Ming had already gotten a good look at Li Xunle’s face.

"Isn’t that the girl from earlier today? Quite the transformation." Zhao Ming sounded impressed.

Little Wei didn’t have time for his nonsense.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"My system said a lot of people’s missions changed, so I came to check it out." Though Zhao Ming’s tone was light, his expression grew increasingly serious.

"What mission?"

"Subdue Li Jiewei. But my mission hasn’t changed."

Little Wei: "..."

Anyone would think they were raiding a dungeon boss.

What if Li Jiewei actually was one?

But if the person in front of them was Li Xunle, why did Zhao Ming say they were supposed to subdue Li Jiewei?

"Don’t you get it? Li Jiewei and Li Xunle are the same person," Si’s voice echoed in Little Wei’s mind.

"You mean dissociative identity disorder?" Little Wei asked.

She had no idea how long Li Jiewei had been dealing with this.

Girl, you need therapy.

"Mm," Si acknowledged.

"But even with dissociative identity disorder, does she really deserve to get beaten up?" Little Wei pulled up the search results on her phone. The historical records showed Princess Hanyu had died young—nothing particularly notable.

Si chuckled.

"Don’t worry. You’ll figure it out eventually."

Little Wei: "..."

"Your wife isn’t great at this," Little Wei muttered.

Still, she didn’t bother arguing with Si.