Hospital.

A man in a loose hospital gown leaned back in his wheelchair in a daze.

The fingers which hung under the arm of the wheelchair were holding a piece of paper between them. The writing danced across the paper powerfully.

This was not his style.

"No need to thank me..."

Song Wenchuan mumbled to himself. He had been sitting there since the afternoon and dusk had already fallen. 

Outside the window was a small garden. The winter scene was bleak. The trees were bare and only their branches remained. Under the streetlights, some patients were strolling with their family members.

Everyone's life was proceeding steadily except for his...

Something seemed to have gone wrong.

It was as though a screw had gone missing from his brain when he woke up, causing his life to head down an unknown path.

And it was running so fast that he couldn't catch up.

Outside the inpatient department, two people who didn't deal with each other met on a narrow road.

As Song Jingwan stepped out of her car, she smiled and lifted her head. "Let's go up together."

"Okay."

Song Yaoyao had her hands in her coat's pockets as she headed toward the elevator.

Song Jingwan sat in her wheelchair and moved at a decent speed.

The two of them entered the elevator together.

After they pressed the button in the elevator, it began to move up.

The tightly closed space was suffocating.

"I heard Class 3-3 is preparing a play," Song Jingwan said. 

"So?"

Song Yaoyao's gaze focused on the jumping numbers without lowering her eyelids for a second.

"The first class is also preparing something. I was meant to be the protagonist." She wanted to be the protagonist; the center of attention.

But Song Yaoyao made her feel like a useless piece of trash, and it was going to last, at least, 3 months.

"You caused this, Song Yaoyao," Song Jingwan said coldly.

"Do you believe in karma? Everything that's happened to you is karma." 

If Song Jingwan didn't have bad intentions to begin with and she didn't push the original Song Yaoyao into the pool where she drowned to death, she would still be the almighty Big Miss of the Song Family and the original Song Yaoyao would still be living under her shadow. 

What goes around, comes around.

She couldn't blame anyone for her current situation.

"Ha..."

Song Jingwan laughed. She was no longer as angry as she used to be. Nor did she act innocent like a victim. She simply analyzed Song Yaoyao quietly. "I will eventually uncover your secrets. So what if I can't participate in this performance? The first class will still win this and get the top exam results..."

She was going to do her best to make sure this happened.

She was going to take everything that Song Yaoyao owned.

"Good luck, then~"

Song Yaoyao smiled. Her lips curved indifferently.

The elevator doors opened. Song Yaoyao's gaze didn't stop for even half a second on Song Jingwan's body before she walked out.

At this time, inside the hospital room.

Song Wenchuan finally came to a decision and made a phone call.

"It's me. I remember you said you had an amazing foreign friend who specializes in hypnotizing. Is that right?

"Yes, it's inconvenient for me to run around at the moment. If possible, can you help me invite him?

"Okay, see you in a few days..."

Just as he got off the phone, Song Yaoyao walked in.

"Our Yaoyao has grown up and learned how to care about her brother." Song Wenchuan felt sweet on the inside as his lips curved. "But the weather is cold. You don't have to come to the hospital every day. This isn't a good place to be."

People often said that hospitals had the most germs.

This girl was so precious, delicate, and weak. He didn't want her to suffer like this.