His name was Jiang Bei. He was eighteen, an orphan, and a food delivery rider.
A blow to the back of his head, and the world went black.
When he opened his eyes again, five years had passed.
He had become a girl.
The textbook on his desk said "Zhou Yang." His phone showed the year 2026. He had lost five whole years.
It was as if he had never existed.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yang, the owner of this body, was nineteen, a sophomore majoring in finance, with a mother and a father. Her mother was simmering pork rib soup in the kitchen, and her father had fixed her desk lamp. On a video call, her mother called her "sweetheart."
He accepted his fate. He took Zhou Yang's seat and opened her textbook. A delivery rider who had dropped out of middle school couldn't understand a single word of Financial Principles. But he'd spent three years out in the world. What kind of person hadn't he met? If a roommate got bullied, he'd turn on the bully. He could spot a senior's schemes at a glance, and when it came to making money, he was tougher than anyone. He might not be able to learn finance, but he knew how to survive.
Her three roommates had no idea who he was. All they knew was that "Zhou Yang has changed again." Sometimes she used her left hand, sometimes she got unexpectedly smart, and sometimes she seemed like a completely different person. They discussed it in their private group chat and reached a conclusion: Zhou Yang had a second personality.
No one suspected the truth.
Because the truth was too absurd:
His old body was lying in the mansion of the Jiang family, the richest family in Sucheng. He had been unconscious for five years, occasionally twitching a finger. His aunt, a chief physician, believed he would eventually wake up. The Jiang family had suppressed all news and erased traces of him from the hospital. No one knew that this delivery rider was the Jiang family's missing youngest son, much less that his soul had long since left that body.
The person inside that body was Zhou Yang.
She was about to wake up.
Whose body belongs to whom? Whose life belongs to whom?
