Kuang Ye: “… Manager, you’re so abstract.”
Zhang Qinan: “You’re the one who started being abstract with me.”
Kuang Ye: “…”

After his suggestion was rejected, Kuang Ye pitifully complained to Mu Wan beside him.
“Wan wan, heroes are always lonely. The manager didn’t take my suggestion.”

Mu Wan watched their conversation and, after a brief silence, was about to say she didn’t think it was his fault. But when she glanced at the bandage on his head, she said instead,
“The manager must have his reasons for not accepting it.”

Kuang Ye immediately chuckled, “Wan wan, you’re spoiling me, I was just playing abstract.”
He suddenly grabbed Mu Wan’s hand, shaking it in a playful manner.
“Come on, tell me more about the things from my past life, will you?”

Mu Wan: “…”
She stuffed the whole apple she had just peeled into his mouth.
“There’s nothing to talk about.”

Kuang Ye took the apple with his hand, chewing it, and pleaded,
“Jie, please, tell me. Ah Ye wants to hear it.”

Mu Wan: “In my past life, I didn’t attend the engagement ceremony, and later I got engaged to Kuang Shuyu—”

Before she could finish, Kuang Ye covered her mouth, acting as if his chest hurt.
“Jie, wait, my heart hurts a little, I need a moment.”

Mu Wan: “…”
She had already said there was nothing to talk about.

A few minutes later, he let go of Mu Wan’s mouth, signaling that he had recovered and could continue.
Mu Wan: “Then we had no more interaction after that.”

Kuang Ye: “???”
Was he really so useless in his past life?

Suddenly, Mu Wan sat up and kissed Kuang Ye’s dazed face.
“Ah Ye, that life is already over. In this life, I love only you. Don’t overthink it, okay?”

Kuang Ye looked into Mu Wan’s eyes filled with love, then suddenly pulled her waist down and kissed her on her cherry-pink lips.
He wasn’t overthinking it, nor did he doubt Mu Wan’s love for him. He was just a little jealous and a bit angry. If he had been more forceful in intervening in his past life, would Mu Wan not have been deceived by Kuang Shuyu?

After the kiss, Mu Wan’s lips glistened with a layer of moisture. Kuang Ye’s gaze darkened, and he leaned in to kiss her again.
“Wan wan, no matter what happens in the future, I will never leave you.”

Mu Wan tightened her grip on his hand.
“I know.”

Outside the room, the door latch that had been turned began to twist back. Wang Lan’s face was a mix of joy and heartache. She had thought it was natural for the two to be together, but it turned out to be bittersweet. It wasn’t easy.

—

Three days had passed, but Mu Jianhua and Mu Yanci still had no leads on the kidnappers. The facial recognition had yielded no results, and the surveillance footage from the area had been reviewed countless times with no breakthrough.

Just when everyone was at a loss, that night, Kuang Ye had a dream.

“Am I at the ST base?” Kuang Ye surveyed his surroundings.
He clearly remembered taking medicine and falling asleep on his sickbed just a moment ago. But now, he found himself in the familiar hall of the ST base. He was confused. How could he have dreamed of the base?

“Captain, what’s up?”
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him—Shen Lele.

Kuang Ye looked at the young man who was about the same height as him, and he found it even stranger. [Has this kid been taking hormones? Why did he grow so fast?]

“It’s nothing, just go train. The team doctor asked me to come by.”
Shen Lele said in an almost identical voice, but with completely different words.

Kuang Ye turned around abruptly and found that there was another version of himself standing behind him. This person seemed more mature, with a hint of gloom between his brows.

Kuang Ye shuddered, his pupils dilating as if struck by lightning. He understood.

This was the ST base, but not the one he was familiar with. It was the one from his past life, where he had stayed when he was 25. The person behind him, who looked exactly like him, was the 25-year-old version of himself.

[Is it because I’ve been asking Wan Wan about the past life every day, so I ended up dreaming of this?]
[This is ridiculous.]

As he watched his 25-year-old self send the 20-year-old Shen Lele to the team’s medical room, Kuang Ye quickly followed him. He wasn’t sure if it was real, but it wouldn’t hurt to look.

Upon entering the medical room, Kuang Ye received a blow.

“Your hand has deteriorated to the point where it’s irreparable.”
“Now, every time you type on the keyboard, your wrist probably hurts badly, right? You are no longer fit to continue playing.”

Kuang Ye stood in silence for a moment, feeling it was understandable. If in his past life, he hadn’t been with Mu Wan, he would never have known that his grandfather had been behind his hand injury. Losing the use of his hand was inevitable.

He heard ‘himself’ say,
“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if my hand’s useless.”
“I’m going to play in the global competition. I want to win the championship.”

Kuang Ye: Impressive, is that something I could say?

Just as he was self-deprecating and feeling conflicted, the TV behind the team doctor flashed with breaking news.

“Breaking news: Mu Wan, the young lady from the Mu family in S City, was kidnapped this afternoon on Shui Jiang Road and is currently missing.”
“Anyone with relevant information is urged to call the number on the screen. The Mu family will offer a generous reward.”

Both versions of Kuang Ye immediately looked up, their faces as pale as ghosts.