The clock ticked.

In the dead of night, a young man sat on the sofa, as if he wanted to blend into the loneliness and darkness.

This was the scene that Zheng Jiajun saw when he got up in the middle of the night to drink water.

He asked uncertainly, "Qiqi?"

Sure enough, Qiqi was in Jackson's body.

Cheng Chia-chi looked up and said in a soft but serious voice, "Brother, if I die when I become myself, will the problem be solved?"

It was the beginning of January.

It had been more than a month since the birthday party.

In the past month, the recovery of the soul had happened from time to time, but it usually only lasted for 24 hours. The next day, they would go into each other's bodies again.

Although everyone guessed that if it lasted for more than 24 hours, they would be able to change back permanently, but so far, no one had tried it.

The process of switching could happen anytime and anywhere. Sometimes, in a trance, she really couldn't tell who she was.

Jackson Yee?

Cheng Chia-chi?

Her brother was worried about her mental state, so he had to take time out of the busy business of the group. Every week, he would travel more than 2,000 kilometers between City G and City B.

Seeing the tiredness in his eyes, Cheng Chia-chi couldn't help but think that if she died, her brother wouldn't have to travel anymore. Jackson would become Jackson again, and everyone would be free …

Zheng Jiajun's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile. "Why would you think that?

If something happened to you, your brother would be sad. "

Cheng Chia-chi was silent.

"Think about Dad and Mom. Think about your grandparents and your friends.

Think about your uncles in Thailand. "

He knew very well how painful the mental torture that Qiqi had suffered during this period of time was.

Although their family had always held Qiqi to a high standard, Qiqi still lived in their love and care.

Jackson Yee was different. He had been running around since he was a child, and he was used to the vicissitudes of life.

Therefore, even though the two of them were experiencing the torment of having their souls dislocated at the same time, the calmness and restraint that Jackson Yee displayed was something that Qiqi could not compare to.

Zheng Jiajun held her tightly in his arms and said softly, "We've always loved you, no matter if you're a boy or a girl, beautiful or ugly."

"Pfft." Cheng Chia-chi giggled.

Seeing his sister smile, Zheng Jiajun relaxed a little.

He said seriously, "Qiqi, you've always been you.

So, before we give up on loving you, we have to keep going, okay? "

Please, persevere for us.

"Okay," Cheng Chia-chi replied softly.

"Good girl," Zheng Jiajun kissed her forehead and said, "I'll accompany you to Dr. Han tomorrow."

Zheng Jiajun sent her back to the bedroom and gave her a sleeping pill. He stayed by his sister's side until she fell asleep.

The next morning, when Jackson Yee woke up, he found that Cheng Chia-chi and Zheng Jiajun were not in the villa, so he asked the butler.

The butler said that Young Master and "Jackson Yee" had gone out, but he did not say where they went.

Yee Jackson and Qianxi started revising after breakfast.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the semester.

B University was one of the top universities in Huaxia, and the final exam would not be easy. Jackson Yee was embarrassed to let Qiqi's name be on the list of failed subjects.

Speaking of Qiqi, Jackson Yee was a little worried.

As the number of exchanges increased, Qiqi became more and more silent.

Her mental state was deteriorating at a noticeable rate, and from time to time, her eyes would drift and she would not be able to distinguish her identity.

Master Kai and Er Yuan were very worried, and they often found funny things to amuse her in the group, but the effect was not very good.

Sigh.

Jackson Yee sighed and held his chin in a daze.

Suddenly, the computer notified him that there was a new email.

Jackson Yee glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen and found that the title of the email was in English.

Jackson Yee opened the email curiously and read it with the help of the translation software on his phone. The general meaning of the email was to congratulate Qiqi on a happy new year and sincerely invite Qiqi to return to the dance troupe.

The sender was the Royal Ballet of England.

Yi Chang Qianxi was startled.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness came over him, and Jackson Yee fell onto the table uncontrollably.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange place, but there was a familiar voice next to him.

"… PTSD has not been completely cured, and this incident brought you a setback in your identity, which worsened your condition …"

Dr. Han's gentle voice guided him, "… Zeng Wenxuan's incident four years ago was purely an accident.

Mr. and Mrs. Zeng also said that B University was just an idea they came up with to give you hope in life. You don't have to give up your favorite dream of ballet … "

"It's been four years, Qiqi … Everyone has let go … You can let go of yourself, you don't have to live so tirelessly …"

When he saw the person lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed suddenly open, Dr. Han's words came to an abrupt end.

He tried to call out, "Jackson?"

Jackson Yee turned his head to look at him.

Dr. Han looked at the teenager's hesitant look and sighed deeply. "I don't know how much you heard, and you don't have to ask.

Because according to industry ethics, I can't reveal anything to you.

Let's go and find Qiqi immediately with Jiajun. "

After that, Dr. Han stood up and called Zheng Jiajun in from outside the door. He asked him to find Cheng Chia-chi immediately because her mood was very unstable.

“Shit！”

Zheng Jiajun, who had always been reserved and polite, could not help but curse. He immediately rushed back to the ocean villa with Jackson Yee. As he ran downstairs, he called the butler to keep an eye on Cheng Chia-chi.

Zheng Jiajun almost cursed out loud. When Qiqi's mood was most unstable and she was undergoing treatment, did God want her to die?

The two of them rushed back to the villa as fast as they could. Under the confused gaze of the servants, they rushed up to the third floor and found Cheng Chia-chi on the balcony.

Cheng Chia-chi was nestled in a flower basket swing and looking at the blue sky. A maid stood quietly beside her.

"Brother?"

Hearing footsteps, Cheng Chia-chi slowly turned her head and saw Zheng Jiajun and Jackson Yee, who were panting.

She said softly, "Brother, I want Jackson to sit with me for a while."

Zheng Jiajun was slightly stunned, but he still agreed and gestured for Jackson Yee to walk over.

"Sit." Cheng Chia-chi moved slightly to the side to make room for him. Then, she waved the maid away.

Jackson Yee sat down beside her.

Cheng Chia-chi asked, "You know everything?"

When she woke up, she found herself lying on the desk. The computer screen in front of her showed the email from the Royal Ballet.

"… I vaguely know a little." Jackson Yee hesitated for a moment, but decided to confess.

He had only heard a few words from Dr. Han in the hospital, but he could vaguely guess the general situation.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Her voice was ethereal and soft.

Jackson Yee pursed his lips. "I'm sorry."

Cheng Chia-chi was slightly stunned. Then, she smiled. "For the past few months, you've always said sorry, and I've always said that it's okay.

But in fact, neither of us are at fault. "

She took a deep breath and looked at the sky with anticipation and calmness in her eyes. She said to herself, "This matter is not complicated.

But I haven't decided if I should tell you yet. Let me think about it. "

"Okay."

Jackson Yee thought for a moment and still held her hand tightly.

"Huh?"

Jackson Yee said, "Like you said just now, neither of us are at fault.

Don't feel guilty. At least I'll always be with you. "

Cheng Chia-chi was stunned for a moment, then she smiled. "In our situation, you can only accompany me."

She joked, "You can't run away."

Jackson Yee pursed his lips and chuckled, his dimples showing. "I'm not running away."

With you by his side, how could he bear to run away?

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. In these two weeks, Jackson Yee and Cheng Chia-chi had their exams at B University and the Chinese Academy of Drama respectively.

Fortunately, there were no special situations during the exams.