In the moment their eyes met, a dark glint flashed through those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, but it quickly returned to calmness, so swiftly that Wei Anning couldn't get a clear look.
Wei Anning blinked and surveyed the man in the wheelchair, then looked back and forth between him and the photo on the wall several times before she finally asked, "Are you the Third Young Master?"
The man before her had handsome features and an air of cool, noble detachment that was rare in this world. However, his skin was overly pale, giving him a sickly appearance, as if he could collapse at any moment.
She had suspected that the Third Young Master was that perverted masked man from last night, but now it seemed their auras were completely different; only their narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes gave off a sense of déjà vu.
Leng Youchen nodded, his voice somewhat weak. He clenched his fist and coughed a few times into it, the unhealthy flush spreading across his face, "Anjing, we just had our wedding, and you don't recognize me anymore? I'm your husband, Leng Youchen."
Wei Anning's mouth twitched. She had never seen him before, so how could she recognize him?
"I really don't know you because I'm not Wei Anjing. My name is Wei Anning, and I'm a freshman at the University of London. I don't know why I'm here, please let me go."
Leng Youchen's eyes fell desolately, and he looked pitiful, "You still despise me, don't you?"
"No, no, no!" Wei Anning protested with a flushed face. "You've misunderstood, I really am not Wei Anjing."
Leng Youchen raised a hand and pointed to the wedding photo on the wall, "Anjing, that's your photo. Take a look, you can't even recognize yourself, can you?"
"How can I prove to you that I'm not Wei Anjing?" Wei Anning said helplessly. Suddenly, she had an idea, turned around, and unzipped the back of her dress, revealing her beautiful shoulder blades adorned with an about-to-bloom red plum blossom tattoo.
She pointed to the spot on her shoulder blade, "Do you see this plum blossom? It's been with me as long as I can remember; it can prove I'm not Wei Anjing."
"Anjing, stop it," Leng Youchen's gaze flickered, and his eyes became as fierce as a wolf's, seemingly ready to pounce and tear her apart the next second. He lowered his eyelids slightly, suppressing the desire roiling in his eyes, and said desolately, "If it really bothers you that much, I... I can satisfy you."
Leng Youchen attempted to stand up from the wheelchair, but as he moved, he began coughing violently, his handsome face turning red, yet he refused to give up. It seemed as if he was determined to stand and perform the marital rights beside the bed.
Wei Anning quickly zipped up her dress and rushed over to push him back into the wheelchair, then poured a cup of warm water and brought it to his lips, "Here, drink some water. I really don't despise you. How should I explain this? I don't know why I'm here either, but I really am not Wei Anjing."
After taking a few sips of water, Leng Youchen was able to stop coughing. He spoke softly, "Anjing, you've always had a plum blossom on you, right on your shoulder blade. You used to say it must have been from your previous life, so that you could reunite with the love from that life in this one."
Wei Anning's eyes widened suddenly, a chill running from the soles of her feet, making her blood run cold.
How could such an incredible coincidence exist in the world?
She and this woman named Wei Anjing had names that differed by only one character, they looked identical, and even the location of their birthmarks was the same. She hadn't lost her memory, nor had she been reborn, because this body was indeed hers.
So what on earth was going on?