Ning Chuxue’s last memory was of the copper wire lamp hanging in the dormitory. As a male college student, he had been up all night writing his thesis. But just as he looked up, his vision suddenly darkened and he fainted.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange room. The room’s decor was simple yet luxurious.
“Where is this?”
She clutched her throbbing head. Above her was a crystal chandelier that looked expensive. The walls were painted with a layer of pink paint, mixed with some metal shavings that sparkled under the light.
She sat up with difficulty, shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She reached out, picked up a few strands of hair and brought them to her eyes. The incredibly smooth hair made her unconsciously pause.
She didn’t remember her hair being silver-gray. And as a guy, her hair could never be this long.
Ning Chuxue looked at her palm—delicate and pale. The abnormal changes made her hair stand on end. Panicking, she flipped open the blanket and climbed out of bed barefoot.
The semi-transparent white nightgown was large, hanging loosely on her body, vaguely revealing the sight beneath. She ignored all that and frantically searched for a mirror. Finally, she spotted a full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
In the mirror was a young girl, about one meter fifty-five, her youthful cheeks pale and bloodless. The girl’s silver-white hair was very long, reaching from her head down to her heels, just barely missing the floor.
Ning Chuxue couldn’t believe it as she raised her hand, fingertips touching her own cheek. The girl in the mirror followed her movements and also touched her pale cheek. The touch was cold and elastic.
Her gray-white eyes were full of confusion and disbelief, her temples throbbing. Even if she tried to escape it, she had to admit the truth. She was no longer a male college student but had instead turned into a frail, long-haired little loli.
That’s right, aside from possessing a cute appearance, this body was also weak to the point where a few steps left her out of breath. It couldn’t handle much exercise, lacked body heat, and the coldness in her hands and feet couldn’t be warmed. That was just this body’s constitution.
She probably had some understanding of her situation, but the confusion in her mind hadn’t diminished. Ning Chuxue inexplicably reached out to touch the mirror.
Click—
Just then, the sound of a door lock suddenly rang out in the room. She quickly withdrew her hand and turned to stare at the only door in the room. Carved on it was a spider lily, its luxury not losing to any item in the room.
The doorknob turned, and three girls of different appearances came into Ning Chuxue’s view. The girl at the front looked the oldest. Her face was gentle, with light pink hair tied into several braids that eventually coiled around a few strands of straight hair.
She wore a sky-blue Hanfu, with many thin gauze decorations on the sleeves, a white jade belt around her waist, adding more spirit. The girl behind her seemed younger. This girl gave Ning Chuxue the first impression of being aloof, like an iceberg that outsiders dare not approach.
But that impression only lasted a moment before turning into an inexplicable sense of closeness. The last girl was also the shortest, half a head shorter than the two in front. But even so, she was still half a head taller than Ning Chuxue.
The girl’s demeanor was simple and efficient. She wore a pure white top and jeans, with no other decorations. The girl at the front carried a tray with medicine and warm water.
She placed the tray on the bedside table, then crouched in front of the trembling Ning Chuxue.
“Chuxue, you’re awake? Your body hasn’t recovered yet. How about you lie back down?”
Her tone was gentle, as if possessing some magic that made Ning Chuxue’s tense body unconsciously relax.
“Who are you? I don’t know you.”
Ning Chuxue bit her tongue to stay alert and not be fooled by her gentle words. The latter was taken aback.
“Chuxue, don’t you remember me? I’m Wen Yasheng.”
Wen Yasheng’s voice was light, carrying a hint of bitterness. Ning Chuxue stared at her, then looked up at the girls standing beside her.
“I don’t know you. Please stop messing with me, okay?”
Wen Yasheng’s hand froze, her mind went blank for a moment, and the corners of her eyes grew moist.
“Ah…”
Mu Wannuo, standing behind her, sighed and walked over to Wen Yasheng’s side.
“Let me do it.”
She crouched down, scanning the pale-faced Ning Chuxue in front of her. Ning Chuxue subconsciously shrank back, feeling as if that gaze could see through her entire body.
“It’s okay if you forgot. You just need to know that you can completely rely on me. If you need anything, want anything, just tell me, and I’ll buy it for you.”
Wen Yasheng snapped back to reality, the concern on her face growing even stronger.
“Your second sister is right. Even if you can’t remember, it doesn’t matter.”
She stood up and introduced them one by one.
“I am your eldest sister, Wen Yasheng.”
She turned her gaze to the girl beside her.
“This is your second sister, Mu Wannuo.”
Finally, she turned and pointed to the girl leaning against the wall, staying in the background.
“That is your third sister, Shen Ruqing.”
After Wen Yasheng finished the introduction, Shen Ruqing, who had been leaning against the wall, slowly walked over. She reached out and gently stroked Ning Chuxue’s head. Ning Chuxue noticed that her head-patting technique was very practiced, as if she had done it many times.
“Take care of yourself.”
After saying this brief sentence, she went back to the side and continued to be invisible. Looking at the three “sisters” with completely different temperaments, Ning Chuxue couldn’t help but feel fear. The unfamiliar and unknown were like a cloud of poison mist, gradually consuming her thoughts.
“Chuxue, you can rely on us. We’ll give you the best life. We will gently and unreservedly dote on you, love you.”
Dote on you, love you. These words came out of Wen Yasheng’s mouth softly, full of affection, as if afraid to scare Ning Chuxue. But Ning Chuxue only felt a chill.
She couldn’t tell if the chill came from herself or from the mirror pressed against her back. The three “sisters” all set their eyes on her, crouched on the ground. Although their temperaments were completely different, without exception, their gazes toward Ning Chuxue were gentle.
And also… a bit morbid.
Ning Chuxue leaned against the mirror, her long silver-white hair spreading across the floor like a white lotus.