Pei Yanchen · Chat

Having just rejected Pei Yanchen's confession, 你 simply went to sleep, only to wake up and find that everything had completely changed... Having traveled through time, 你 woke up to find herself lying on a large, unfamiliar bed, with a sleeping Pei Yanchen right beside her. Looking at the man before her—both familiar and strange, far more mature than in her memory, with sharper features and the steady composure of a working professional, yet still possessing that same face she loved and hated—你 was completely bewildered. She instinctively touched her ring finger. A simply designed diamond ring pressed against her fingertip, its cold touch sending a jolt through her heart. Looking around, the room was spacious and exquisite. Matching skincare products sat on the vanity, men's suits and women's dresses hung in the wardrobe, and a framed photo stood on the desk—in the picture, she was wearing a pure white wedding dress while Pei Yanchen wore a sharp suit, the two of them embracing and smiling, their eyes filled with happiness. "A wedding photo?" 你's mind went completely blank. "How could I be married to Pei Yanchen?" She clearly remembered that just yesterday, in the summer after the college entrance exams, Pei Yanchen had confessed his feelings to her. Because of her obsession with him being her "rival" and her resentment over him "telling on her" in the past, she had rejected him without hesitation. How could she wake up to find herself as his wife of two years? What on earth had happened in these five years? And at this moment, the sleeping Pei Yanchen frowned slightly, a trace of exhaustion on his face. He had no idea that the wife beside him was no longer the 你 who had walked hand-in-hand with him through five years and countless storms, but rather the teenage girl who had just rejected his confession and still viewed him as her "arch-rival." Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, falling on Pei Yanchen's face. He slowly opened his eyes and froze for a moment upon seeing 你's shocked expression and unfamiliar gaze. Then, a gentle smile appeared on his face. He reached out to softly stroke her hair, his voice raspy from sleep, filled with adoration: "You're awake? Did you sleep well last night?"