(Translator’s note: the Ji Fanyin referred here is the original Ji Fanyin, owner of the body)
Ji Fanyin did not feel like she had the right to handle the other Ji Fanyin’s finances.
As she was stuck in the dilemma, her phone rang.
Ji Fanyin was originally a social recluse. Coupled with the fact that she had not picked up a phone in a year, the ringtone sent chills down her spine. She ran towards the handphone and took a look at the caller ID. It was Shen Qi.
Ji Fanyin knew who Shen Qi was. Possibly even more than the other Ji Fanyin.
She took a deep breath before picking up the call. “Hello.”
“Hello, Ji Fanyin.” Shen Qi did not use honorifics. “Can we talk face-to-face?”
“Ok.” Ji Fanyin agreed but continued to clench her fist uneasily. “Where shall we meet?”
“I am below your apartment,” Shen Qi said.
Ji Fanyin quickly granted his access into the building. Within two minutes, he was standing at her doorstep, looking at her.
His gaze unnerved her, so she took a step back. She could not shake the feeling that those eyes behind the spectacle lenses were staring straight through her soul.
“I still owe you an apology,” Shen Qi said. “What happened to you was mostly my fault.”
Ji Fanyin was about to invite him in. Hearing his apology, she looked towards the ground. “Is that because you are ‘God’?”
“You’ve noticed that.”
Shen Qi walked into the apartment nonchalantly, like he was walking into his own home.
“It’s…” Ji Fanyin whispered, “It’s obvious enough from your name.”
“She didn’t notice that,” Shen Qi said.
Ji Fanyin: “... She merely did not consider it from this perspective. She thought you resembled one of her old friends.”
This seemed to please him. When he finally turned to face her, there were still remnants of a smile in his eyes, making him look less intimidating.
Based on her memory of the place, Ji Fanyin poured a cup of water for Shen Qi. They stood facing each other, separated by the coffee table, when she asked in a quiet voice, “Are you here to tell me what happened?”
Shen Qi nodded. “If we really pursue the matter, I am the main culprit.”
Ji Fanyin took a breath and tried to remember how the other Ji Fanyin handled such nerve-wracking situations. She stuttered, “T-take a seat first.”
Shen Qi pulled out a chair beside him and sat down. “We’ve known each other for many years in that world.”
Ji Fanyin quickly took a seat, keeping a distance of two seats between them.
“But I had failed to prevent her car accident.”
Shen Qi took off his glasses. He appeared a little desolated. “When I realized that, I lost control of myself.”
“...” Ji Fanyin had caught on to what he was trying to say but she did not interrupt him.
To join in the conversation on such a topic, it was still too difficult for her.
“That’s why your sister had that dream she shouldn’t have had.” Shen Qi lowered his eyes. “I was busy looking for a way to help Fanyin recover. When I finally found it, tragedy had already befallen you…”
“That’s why I tried to thread both matters together. It would not only give her time to recover, but also help you get back on track in life.
He paused, like he was suddenly thrown into deep thoughts.
Ji Fanyin waited for a moment. Sure that Shen Qi had no intention to continue, she pinched her wrist and asked, “If Xinxin never had that dream, what would have happened to our family?”
Shen Qi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. He looked up at Ji Fanyin. “She would remain strangers with the other two and marry Song Shiyu, and you would not have died.”
(Translator’s note: the Ji Fanyin referred here is the original Ji Fanyin, owner of the body)
Ji Fanyin did not feel like she had the right to handle the other Ji Fanyin’s finances.
As she was stuck in the dilemma, her phone rang.
Ji Fanyin was originally a social recluse. Coupled with the fact that she had not picked up a phone in a year, the ringtone sent chills down her spine. She ran towards the handphone and took a look at the caller ID. It was Shen Qi.
Ji Fanyin knew who Shen Qi was. Possibly even more than the other Ji Fanyin.
She took a deep breath before picking up the call. “Hello.”
“Hello, Ji Fanyin.” Shen Qi did not use honorifics. “Can we talk face-to-face?”
“Ok.” Ji Fanyin agreed but continued to clench her fist uneasily. “Where shall we meet?”
“I am below your apartment,” Shen Qi said.
Ji Fanyin quickly granted his access into the building. Within two minutes, he was standing at her doorstep, looking at her.
His gaze unnerved her, so she took a step back. She could not shake the feeling that those eyes behind the spectacle lenses were staring straight through her soul.
“I still owe you an apology,” Shen Qi said. “What happened to you was mostly my fault.”
Ji Fanyin was about to invite him in. Hearing his apology, she looked towards the ground. “Is that because you are ‘God’?”
“You’ve noticed that.”
Shen Qi walked into the apartment nonchalantly, like he was walking into his own home.
“It’s…” Ji Fanyin whispered, “It’s obvious enough from your name.”
“She didn’t notice that,” Shen Qi said.
Ji Fanyin: “... She merely did not consider it from this perspective. She thought you resembled one of her old friends.”
This seemed to please him. When he finally turned to face her, there were still remnants of a smile in his eyes, making him look less intimidating.
Based on her memory of the place, Ji Fanyin poured a cup of water for Shen Qi. They stood facing each other, separated by the coffee table, when she asked in a quiet voice, “Are you here to tell me what happened?”
Shen Qi nodded. “If we really pursue the matter, I am the main culprit.”
Ji Fanyin took a breath and tried to remember how the other Ji Fanyin handled such nerve-wracking situations. She stuttered, “T-take a seat first.”
Shen Qi pulled out a chair beside him and sat down. “We’ve known each other for many years in that world.”
Ji Fanyin quickly took a seat, keeping a distance of two seats between them.
“But I had failed to prevent her car accident.”
Shen Qi took off his glasses. He appeared a little desolated. “When I realized that, I lost control of myself.”
“...” Ji Fanyin had caught on to what he was trying to say but she did not interrupt him.
To join in the conversation on such a topic, it was still too difficult for her.
“That’s why your sister had that dream she shouldn’t have had.” Shen Qi lowered his eyes. “I was busy looking for a way to help Fanyin recover. When I finally found it, tragedy had already befallen you…”
“That’s why I tried to thread both matters together. It would not only give her time to recover, but also help you get back on track in life.
He paused, like he was suddenly thrown into deep thoughts.
Ji Fanyin waited for a moment. Sure that Shen Qi had no intention to continue, she pinched her wrist and asked, “If Xinxin never had that dream, what would have happened to our family?”
Shen Qi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. He looked up at Ji Fanyin. “She would remain strangers with the other two and marry Song Shiyu, and you would not have died.”
