“Miss Yan, please answer me. Are you consciously aware that this is yet another new personality?”

When Yan Luqing’s consciousness awakened, she heard someone asking her this beside her ear. That voice came from far to near, as if parting layers of mist, gradually becoming clear.

She opened her eyes, her line of sight first touching upon the dazzlingly white wall, then falling upon the source of the voice—the dazzlingly white coat.

Yan Luqing discovered that she was sitting on a comfortable chair. Opposite her sat a woman in a white coat. In front of herself lay something like a test paper. Looking closely at the title: Personality Split Test.

Yan Luqing: ?

…This is not right.

This is not right!

Before closing her eyes, was she not just experiencing an air crash, and during the turbulence on the plane she had knocked her head unconscious? Even if she had not died, she should not have been brought to see a psychiatrist, right??

Before she could think further, the woman opposite spoke again.

“Yet another new personality has split out.” The white coat smiled faintly, looking at the absurd medical record of the patient before her, forcibly suppressing her anger as she said, “Miss Yan, if I had not seen the pathological laboratory reports of your mental illness, I would really suspect you had been toying with me this past year.”

“?” Yan Luqing was dumbfounded: “Who has split personalities? I don’t have a mental illness.”

Who are you insulting here?

But the white coat before her, upon hearing this answer, showed an expression of “your illness has already sunk to the marrow and is beyond cure,” seemingly not intending to reply to her question, and said: “The prescribed medicine is still the same as before. Regular re-examinations. If it cannot be stabilized, then we’ll change the medicine.”

Change the medicine my hammer.

Silently ridiculing in her heart, feeling that this person’s brain was perhaps not very normal, Yan Luqing rose and wanted to escape.

She quickly walked toward the door nearest to herself, even stumbling once. But who would have thought that once the door handle was pulled open, the scene outside frightened her into stumbling again.

—In the long corridor stood a row of tall men playing the role of “bandits” in a cops-and-robbers movie. Uniform black suits, each of them even wearing sunglasses indoors, exceedingly abnormal.

Yan Luqing was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood something, lowering her head to look at herself.

This skin was so white as to be sickly, these arms and legs as thin as if a girl had walked out of a two-dimensional manga—this was not her body!

Yan Luqing instinctively looked toward the nearest tall big black-clad man, and said: “…Let me ask you something. What world is this? No, what era is this? Is this still modern times? What historical background?”

Yan Luqing’s speech speed was extremely fast, spitting out questions one after another like bubbles. The more she asked, the more flustered she became: “Brother, let’s match a code phrase. Odd changes do not change?”

The jingle engraved into her bones made the big black immediately open his mouth: “Symbols look at quadrants.”

Yan Luqing instantly let out a sigh of relief—

She felt that although she had transmigrated, no matter what, as long as the nine-year compulsory education was the same batch, then it proved the worldview had not gone terribly wrong.

Yan Luqing smiled: “Thanks, brother.”

She had not expected that her thanks would make this big black appear both terrified and bewildered: “Miss Yan?”

He asked in panic, then as if realizing something, turned his head and raised his voice toward behind Yan Luqing: “Doctor Zhao, has our young lady’s illness worsened again?”

Yan Luqing: “???”

What “our young lady”?

This big black was her subordinate??

From inside came the doctor’s reply: “Your young lady’s illness has always been quite severe. You don’t need to make too much fuss. Seeing that this time her personality does not carry aggressiveness, just take more care of her.”

Yan Luqing thought inwardly, you’re the one with a severe illness, but the big black at her side had already thanked the doctor. He then turned his head and leaned close to Yan Luqing’s ear, saying: “Miss Yan, the person was already delivered half an hour ago.”

“Ah?” From beginning to end Yan Luqing’s head was filled with question marks. “What person?”

Upon hearing this, a trace of awkwardness flashed across Big Black’s face: “It—it was Gu Ci. You asked Young Master Jin and the others to send Gu Ci to your villa today… Have you forgotten even Gu Ci this time?”

“Gu…” Yan Luqing was stunned for a moment, as if struck by a great hammer with a “bang.” She raised her voice and repeated, “Gu Ci?!”

Wait.

The mentally ill Miss Yan, the delivered Gu Ci, Young Master Jin…

Yan Luqing was dumbstruck.

She had not merely transmigrated through time—she had likely transmigrated into a book! Transmigrated into that legal-fanatic supporting female character with the exact same name as herself in the novel she was reading before losing consciousness!

Before she knocked her head unconscious on the plane, Yan Luqing had been reading a novel called Heartbeat Exclusive.

This piece was this year’s breakout hit, cloaked as romance, but actually leaning toward an ensemble narrative. Within it, the role of the villainous big shot was portrayed with extraordinary brilliance: suffering disaster in youth, enduring humiliation, yet after rising, even if his methods of revenge were cruel, he never harmed good people. She had felt so much heartache for the villainous big shot that she had gone all out in the comment section.

The big shot’s name was precisely Gu Ci.

And if she remembered correctly, in Heartbeat Exclusive there was only one female character with the surname Yan—bearing the same name as Yan Luqing—the supporting female character despised by all, a genuine physical sjb [mentally ill person; slang].

When Gu Ci was young, he was truly a favored son of Heaven: his family background prosperous, his appearance dazzling, radiant within the campus, the secret crush of countless youthful girls. The supporting female character was among them.

At that time, she had not shown any other behavior.

The Gu family had migrated from elsewhere. The rapid rise of the new family caused the native clans to harbor ill intentions in secret. Not long after Gu Ci entered university, Gu Father and Gu Mother were betrayed by someone inside their own trusted circle, their enterprise collapsed, and the Gu couple died soon after in an “accidental” car crash.

After his parents’ deaths, Gu Ci disappeared from the public eye—he was abducted by the most hedonistic junior of his enemies. That wastrel’s beloved girl had harbored unrequited love for Gu Ci for years, and once seizing the chance, he used Gu Ci as a tool of revenge. Gu Ci was deprived of his personal freedom, injected with drugs, and while the wastrel sneered and toyed with him, his originally beautiful eyes were forcibly ruined, blinded. He suffered torment upon torment, worse than death.

At that time Yan Luqing, upon reading this part: …her fists clenched hard, hard as stone.

But what clenched her fists even harder was what came afterward, the legal-fanatic supporting female character made her move at that very moment.

That supporting female was a genuine rich young lady, Gu Ci’s middle school classmate and high school deskmate. She had liked Gu Ci for six full years, and it had been a secret love.

At first hearing, this indeed sounded pure and beautiful. But this young lady’s mind had been abnormal since childhood. After liking him for so long, she had actually liked herself into becoming a pervert.

After Gu Ci was tormented by the wastrel until his vision was impaired, the supporting female caught wind of it. She led people to coercively demand Gu Ci from the wastrel’s hands.

She promised, on account of being classmates, that she would give Gu Ci freedom. She promised she would heal his eyes. She promised that once his body recovered, she would let him go… But the words of a lunatic certainly do not count.

She imprisoned him.

Thus Gu Ci went from one hell into another hell.

…

At that time Yan Luqing almost vomited from reading it. Scolding her felt like scolding herself—the more she scolded, the angrier she became.

She thought, if I am guilty, let the law punish me, not force me to watch this sjb wearing my name torment the character I love most.

Therefore.

Even though all elements were present and the evidence was conclusive, Yan Luqing still refused to believe that she had transmigrated into this damned—

“Miss Yan?”

When Yan Luqing heard these two words, she suddenly felt her head aching to the point of explosion. She closed her eyes to try to ease it, but Big Black, as if it were not explosive enough, leaned close to her ear and softly said: “Gu Ci arrived half an hour ago, and according to your instructions, he has also been tied up.”

Yan Luqing: “…………”

I, fuck.

I! Fuck!!!

In the quiet corridor, Big Black’s lowered voice saying “tied up” did not carry any secrecy at all.

These words made Yan Luqing’s scalp go numb, yet she saw that all the other men in black suits stood upright, eyes looking straight ahead, without the slightest reaction. Only one blockhead youth with poor facial control stood out, mouth agape.

Everyone else was calm, so in this picture he appeared exceptionally abrupt.

“You. Yes, you.” Yan Luqing, suppressing her trembling, raised her hand and pointed at that blockhead youth who could not conceal his astonishment. “What is that expression of yours?”

The blockhead youth was nudged by the person beside him, and cold sweat instantly poured down, he knew he had committed a grave mistake. Miss Yan of the Yan family was infamous for being extremely temperamental and capricious. What he could do was only to immediately lower his head and admit fault: “S-sorry, Miss! I just completed my induction this morning, and am not yet familiar with your style—no, no! It’s that I should not have—”

But Yan Luqing interrupted his apology: “You said you just joined?”

“Yes!”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes!”

“Then now, loudly say for us all to hear, who am I?”

The blockhead youth was indeed blockheaded. Thinking this was a test, upon hearing this he immediately recited loudly: “Miss Yan’s full name is Yan Luqing, father Yan Guanglin, mother Shen Sian, the only daughter of the Yan family, pampered from childhood, growing up smoothly. The year before last diagnosed with a mental disorder, including but not limited to schizophrenia. Has liked Gu Ci for six years, and today finally obtained him, congratulations to Miss, felicitations to Miss for—”

Good heavens, I damn well—good heavens.

Her head already aching to the point of explosion, receiving such a blow, Yan Luqing immediately rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

—

When Yan Luqing awoke, the surroundings had already changed scenes.

A vintage-patterned ceiling, resplendent European wall paintings. Clearly, it was the original owner’s bedroom.

The original owner was a body of extremely poor health and prone to frequent fits, a timed bomb. Thus within the villa there were resident medical staff. After Yan Luqing awakened, she again lay limp there to receive a round of examinations.

After fainting for a while, she also calmed a little. Yan Luqing accepted the fact that she had transmigrated into a book.

She had indeed become that paranoid lunatic supporting female character in Heartbeat Exclusive, whom she had cursed countless times. And Gu Ci was precisely the one who had just been “delivered” today into this villa where she now was.

The first thing upon waking was to have people “untie” Gu Ci.

The second thing, naturally, was to go see him.

After completing all examinations, Yan Luqing got out of bed. Under Big Black’s lead, she went downstairs, preparing to go to the room where Gu Ci was.

The villa’s decoration was all of one style, the staircase was an old-fashioned spiral. Looking at the bodyguard beside her, silent like a bandit, Yan Luqing thought in her heart that wearing sunglasses indoors in broad daylight was truly out of place.

Yan Luqing could not help but ask the Big Black nearest to her: “Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors? Trying to act cool?”

“?”

Big Black glanced at her. He had felt all day long that Miss was strange everywhere, but the next second—Oh, almost forgot she had split personalities again. Then it was fine.

Big Black reconciled with himself in his heart, lowered his head meekly, and answered the patient: “Because you said you found us ugly, you demanded that whenever appearing before you we must wear sunglasses that cover half our faces.”

The corner of Yan Luqing’s mouth twitched: “That really is a lunatic’s reason…”

After going down the steps, Yan Luqing stood where she was and gasped for two heavy breaths.

—The reason she had fainted so easily earlier was because this body that originally belonged to a lunatic had already been tormented by its owner into a very morbid state. She had not yet had the chance to look into a mirror, but on the arms and legs visible to her eyes there was hardly any flesh at all. Just walking down a flight of stairs made Yan Luqing feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, and blurred vision.

Five minutes later, she finally arrived at the door of the room where Gu Ci was.

Because she had bookmarked it, Yan Luqing remembered especially clearly. This was Chapter Fifty-Four in the book, the first day Gu Ci vanished from his enemies’ wastrel hands and was “hidden in a golden house” by the paranoid.

According to the original plot, later Gu Ci indeed rose, but he also blackened. After escaping from the hands of the lunatic supporting female, he lay dormant for several years, personally eliminating the enemies of that year, avenging his parents, and cutting down those who once trampled and insulted him. In the end, because his body had been damaged too severely all those years, he himself had no intention of living well anymore. While still young, he died in the cemetery of his parents.

In short, not a single matter belonging to the realm of the living.

Looking at this door, Yan Luqing recalled how on the plane, before losing consciousness, she had been furious over Gu Ci’s ending, ranting wildly to her best friend about how “the female supporting character did not torment enough.”

Damn.

In the book, that female supporting character finally ended up betrayed by all, imprisoned for several years, and after release, her corpse was exposed on the streets. Though this was absolutely deserved for that sjb, her due retribution, why did Yan Luqing have to transmigrate into this thing!!!

Was she to suffer punishment in her place!

Her very soul felt defiled!!!

As expected, names cannot be too Mary Sue-like, or one is easily transmigrated into a book.

“Miss?” Big Black asked softly from behind.

Yan Luqing returned to herself, feigning an expressionless face, and nodded at the row of black suits. Without her needing to speak, someone pushed the door open for her, and the scene within was completely revealed—

The room was almost the same as the one she had just been in, with the same style of decoration. Other than a large bed, it was empty.

The window was tightly shut, and the still rather bright sunlight poured in from the gap in the drawn curtains, mingling with the vintage patterns on the walls.

On the bed lay a person. Even from a distance, the outline already showed that this was a stunningly beautiful face, striking and clean.

Although somewhat out of place, Yan Luqing inexplicably felt that his figure lying there was practically the combination of Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, a picture that could be directly and indiscriminately substituted into those two fairy tales.

Only a pity.

Her identity was not the savior prince, but the witch handing out the poisoned apple.

Yan Luqing walked to the bedside. In the instant she lowered her eyes, she instinctively held her breath.

So, this was Gu Ci.

So this was the one described in the book with every beautiful word imaginable, the one whom the female supporting character thought of until she went mad.

Thin to the point of obviousness, yet still beautiful beyond what seemed human.

As though dwelling indoors long without seeing light, his skin was white like ice and snow. His hair was somewhat long, a few strands scattered at the side of his neck. Beneath thin eyelids lay dense lashes. The black of the lashes and hair against the white of his skin formed an extremely intense contrast of beauty.

He seemed to have shut out the sounds of the outside world, lying there with even the rise and fall of his breath so light as to be almost indiscernible.

Just like… a corpse.