4 - Original li wei memorys

That night, Li Wei slept unusually deeply.

The warmth of the blanket wrapped around her small body, but her consciousness slowly drifted away, sinking into darkness.

Then—

Light.

She found herself standing in a familiar garden.

The Li family garden.

But she wasn’t alone.

A little girl stood near the lake.

She was small, delicate, wearing a light-colored dress. Her hair was tied neatly, and her eyes were clear—too clear, too innocent.

Li Wei recognized her instantly.

The original Li Wei.

The child was only nine years old.

She was holding a wooden box tightly in her arms, her fingers gripping it as if afraid it might disappear.

“Yuran-jiejie,” the little girl said softly. “Mama gave this to me… she said it’s for my birthday. Do you want to see?”

Behind her stood Xu Yuran.

She was taller, prettier, dressed in a new dress. On her face was a gentle smile—but her eyes were cold.

“Of course,” Xu Yuran replied sweetly. “Let me see.”

The moment the original Li Wei loosened her grip, Xu Yuran suddenly pushed the box aside.

It fell to the ground.

The wooden lid cracked open.

Inside were bracelets, a small necklace, and a handwritten birthday note from Shen Meilin.

The original Li Wei froze.

Her eyes widened.

“My gift…” she whispered.

Xu Yuran’s smile vanished.

“Why do you always get everything?” she snapped quietly. “Do you know how much Grandma likes you? Do you know how expensive those gifts are?”

The little Li Wei shook her head quickly.

“I—I didn’t ask for them. Mama gave them to me. I can share—”

Before she could finish, Xu Yuran grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t pretend to be kind,” Xu Yuran hissed. “You think I don’t see it? Ever since you came back, nobody looks at me anymore.”

Li Wei, watching from the side, felt her chest tighten.

The original Li Wei tried to pull away.

“It hurts,” she said softly. “Please let go.”

Xu Yuran released her abruptly—but not to let her go.

Instead, she pushed her.

Hard.

The original Li Wei stumbled backward.

Her heel caught on the stone edge of the lake.

Time seemed to slow.

Her eyes filled with panic.

“Jiejie—!”

Splash.

Cold water swallowed her whole.

The dream filled with muffled sounds—the rush of water, frantic splashing, broken cries.

“I can’t swim—!”

Her small hands flailed uselessly.

Her body sank.

Xu Yuran stood at the edge of the lake, frozen for a second.

Then she turned and ran.

The original Li Wei’s vision blurred.

Water filled her lungs.

Her thoughts scattered.

Mama…

Gege…

It hurts…

Li Wei clenched her fists.

“No,” she whispered. “Not again.”

The scene shifted.

Servants screamed.

Someone jumped into the water.

Hands pulled the little girl out.

Her face was pale, lips blue, eyes closed.

“Call the doctor!”

“She’s not breathing!”

The world trembled.

Then—

Darkness.

Li Wei gasped.

She sat up abruptly in bed, her chest heaving, cold sweat soaking her nightclothes.

Her heart pounded violently.

It wasn’t a dream.

It was a memory.

The original Li Wei’s memory.

Her hands trembled as she pressed them against her chest.

“So that’s what happened…” she whispered hoarsely.

Tears slid down her cheeks—not from fear, but from grief.

She looked at her small hands.

This body had almost died once.

She closed her eyes slowly.

“I understand now,” she said quietly. “I’ll live for you. And I won’t let anyone hurt this body again.”

Outside the window, the moonlight shone softly.

Inside the room, Li Wei’s gaze hardened—gentle, but unbreakable.

Xu Yuran’s shadow had already crossed her life once.

This time—

She would be ready.

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