Jiang Yi never expected such hidden dangers would emerge after her disappearance. She could say with absolute certainty that since Jiang Sixian even knew about such trivial embarrassing matters, she must have combed through all her records and documents.
That meant her computer, her games, her “study materials”—had Jiang Sixian seen everything?
At this moment, Jiang Yi felt profoundly grateful to be a “proper person” who didn’t keep a diary. Otherwise, if she’d written about transmigrating into this world or being a book transmigrator, she wouldn’t be able to dig a hole deep enough to bury herself in today.
That would have been truly mortifying!
Fortunately, she’d been reborn here from infancy. Fortunately, she’d always treated this as a real world from the beginning—otherwise, who knows what other ridiculous situations might have occurred.
Jiang Yi took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Sixian in her arms: “What kind of dreams do you think? Just… just regular ones…”
She couldn’t quite say it out loud, making her appear somewhat guilty and lacking confidence. But Jiang Yi also knew that in matters like this, she was no match for Jiang Sixian.
So she quickly changed the subject, attempting to take control of the conversation: “But Jiang Sixian, you went too far. Even if I wasn’t around, you shouldn’t have gone through my things. That’s a violation of my privacy, you know?”
Yet who was Jiang Sixian? She’d known Jiang Yi’s weaknesses since childhood.
Hearing this, she slightly pursed her lips, putting on a hurt expression as she nestled deeper into Jiang Yi’s embrace.
Resting against Jiang Yi’s chest, she said softly: “But you were gone. Those things were all I had to confirm you’d ever existed.”
Jiang Yi was momentarily speechless, a pang of pain rising in her heart. She raised her hand to stroke Jiang Sixian’s hair, comforting her silently.
Before the melancholy could deepen, Jiang Sixian looked up at Jiang Yi: “Still, Jiang Yi, I really want to know what kind of dreams you had.”
“I want to know everything about you that I missed. I know we have time, but I can’t wait to hear it.”
“Will you tell me?”
The person in her arms was her girlfriend, her lover, her beloved. Jiang Yi caressed her back, gazing into those deer-like clear eyes, unable to utter a single word of refusal.
She sighed, scooping another spoonful of rice and bringing it to Jiang Sixian’s lips: “What else could they be? Just… what I was doing to you earlier. Alphas, especially during puberty, having wet dreams is normal.”
“Bed, sofa, bathroom, balcony, carpet—we’ve done it all in my dreams.”
After feeding Jiang Sixian another bite, Jiang Yi mumbled: “Do you think I’m disgusting?”
Jiang Sixian bit the spoon and shook her head. She stared intently at Jiang Yi, eyes sparkling: “So when did this start? When was your first dream about me?”
Since all her secrets were already exposed, Jiang Yi decided she might as well come clean: “It was… after your grandfather passed…”
“That time I held you in the living room… The next morning, it hurt for a long time…”
Jiang Sixian seemed surprised: “That early? Did you… like me then?”
Jiang Yi nodded, pressing her lips together in shy reluctance to speak further.
Jiang Sixian’s gaze softened even more. She reached up to stroke Jiang Yi’s hair, asking gently: “Why then? What did you like about me?”
Jiang Yi wasn’t entirely sure herself—why, despite her fear of death, she’d still fallen for Jiang Sixian.
After a moment’s thought, she said: “Because you… were worth it. You’re adorable when you smile, cute when you cry, so strong, so outstanding, possessing every good quality a person could have… Honestly, not liking you would have been the harder choice.”
Jiang Sixian rarely heard such sweet words from her. Unable to resist, she leaned in to kiss the corner of Jiang Yi’s mouth.
Jiang Yi leaned back, dodging: “Hey, we’re eating—my mouth’s all greasy.”
Jiang Sixian paid no heed, capturing her lips as she sighed: “Really? I don’t taste anything. Jiang Yi, you’re so sweet.”
Jiang Yi’s ears turned red. She quickly pecked Jiang Sixian’s lips and said: “Okay okay, I get it. Let’s finish eating first, then you can rest properly, alright?”
Jiang Sixian nodded, complying with her wishes.
After their day of passion, they had dinner, then Jiang Yi carried Jiang Sixian to the bathroom to wash up. They didn’t do anything more, simply holding each other as they lay in bed.
Jiang Sixian lay beside Jiang Yi, holding her hand as they faced each other. Smiling, she called out: “Jiang Yi…”
Jiang Yi cracked open an eye lazily: “Hmm?”
Jiang Sixian interlaced their fingers, bringing Jiang Yi’s hand to her lips for a kiss: “Back in school, I used to think—if only we’d been closer then, before you presented, maybe we could have lain together like this, like sisters.”
Jiang Yi opened her eyes slightly wider: “Oh? You wanted to be sisters with me that badly?”
Jiang Sixian shook their joined hands in denial.
Jiang Yi rested her head on her arm, tilting it to smile at Jiang Sixian: “Not sisters, but still wanted to sleep together. Jiang Sixian, what exactly were you after?”
Jiang Sixian blinked: “I wanted to kiss you.” As she spoke, she leaned over Jiang Yi, gently kissing her eyelids.
It was the lightest of kisses, barely there, yet the warmth against her eyelids made Jiang Yi’s heart race wildly.
She opened her eyes to see Jiang Sixian pulling away, instinctively tightening her grip on Jiang Sixian’s hand: “You…”
Jiang Sixian settled back onto her pillow, smiling at her: “Just like that. Kissing you.”
“Jiang Yi, I love you so much.”
A bittersweet ache filled Jiang Yi’s chest. She nodded, leaning in to kiss Jiang Sixian’s lips as she whispered: “I know.”
Jiang Sixian raised a hand to caress Jiang Yi’s cheek, murmuring: “I want to marry you, have many adorable children with you.”
“But I know… that’s because I can’t bear to be without you.”
With a soft sigh, Jiang Sixian pressed her palm to Jiang Yi’s face: “Jiang Yi, I’m sick. And I’ve never gotten better. Last time I said I was almost recovered—that was a lie to reassure Mom and you.”
“I didn’t want Mom to worry. And I didn’t want you… to find me lacking.”
Jiang Yi’s throat seemed blocked by something. Choked up, she nodded: “I know. But it’s okay. I’ll stay with you, Jiang Sixian.”
Jiang Sixian nodded: “Of course I know you’ll stay. You’ve always been that kind of person, from the very beginning. That’s why when you say you love me, I’m not afraid anymore.”
“I’ll take my medicine properly now, see the doctors, recover properly…”
“Jiang Yi, when I’m better, let’s get married, okay?”
She paused, then added: “If you don’t want to, that’s fine too. At least… at least mark me.”
“I love you too much. These feelings are so complex even I know they’re not pure. But I can’t deny one truth—there will never be anyone else for me.”
“Alpha, beta, omega—when I think of you, they’re all just names to me.”
Jiang Yi’s voice was thick with emotion as she nodded: “Okay.” She pulled Jiang Sixian into her arms: “Don’t worry, I’ll be here. Jiang Sixian, I’ll go to every doctor’s appointment with you, stay with you through every heat, wait for you to recover, wait for you to become that confident Jiang Sixian again who never doubted anything.”
Jiang Sixian nodded: “Mm.”
The next day, Jiang Yi accompanied Jiang Sixian to their usual private hospital for a checkup.
Jiang Sixian’s condition had worsened slightly since her last visit. During Jiang Yi’s disappearance, Jiang Sixian had developed severe psychological issues—acute stress disorder and major depression.
But in recent years, to avoid worrying Ning Wenying, Jiang Sixian had pretended to be fine so convincingly that even Jiang Yi had nearly been fooled.
Her refusal to eat properly in those early years had caused serious gastrointestinal problems. Yet she wouldn’t take medicine, suffering acid reflux that left her utterly drained.
After the examination, Jiang Yi spoke privately with the doctor as family. Only then did she learn how dire Jiang Sixian’s condition truly was.
Would therapy help? Would medication? Jiang Yi didn’t know. But she understood that without intervention, Jiang Sixian would only sink deeper.
Leaving the hospital, Jiang Yi felt unbearably heavy. She tossed the bag of medications into the backseat before sliding into the driver’s seat.
Overcome with anxiety, she turned to Jiang Sixian—who was buckling her seatbelt—and suddenly pulled her into a fierce embrace.
She clung to Jiang Sixian as if afraid she might vanish, whispering shakily by her ear: “Jiang Sixian…”
Jiang Sixian returned the embrace, smiling: “Hmm?”
Jiang Yi took a deep breath, running through all she wanted to say, but only managed: “Even if you never fully recover… that’s okay. I’ll always be with you…”
So please don’t ever think of leaving me.
Jiang Sixian heard the unspoken plea, tears glimmering in her eyes. She patted Jiang Yi’s shoulder: “Don’t underestimate me. I survived the worst years—this is just the tail end now.”
“Jiang Yi, I will get better.”
She’d found Jiang Yi again, and Jiang Yi had reclaimed her. The shadows of their youth had lifted—she had no reason to let these demons win.
Releasing Jiang Yi, Jiang Sixian cupped her face: “Believe me, your sister won’t let you have a strange lover.”
Jiang Yi looked at her seriously, correcting: “Beloved.”
Jiang Sixian’s lips curved up: “Yes. My beloved.”
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