She Lost All Her Memories… But Something Inhuman Still Remains

Memory is the soul of a human being.
Fragments of memory are fragments of the soul.
A person’s existence is the sum total of their memories—that’s what I used to believe.

This wasn’t mere fantasy.
I believed that a person’s personality was shaped by the memories of their lifetime.
Memory is the information recorded in the brain—external information received by the individual, ranging from family and home environment to social circles outside the home; friends, classmates, teachers, elders; from the campus environment to society at large; down to the nuances of interpersonal relationships.
All of this is processed and internalized by the subjective consciousness and transformed into memory.

If that were the case, then a person who loses their memory also loses everything connected to that memory.
For example: as a child, someone is taken by their parents to a concert.
Feeling the atmosphere of the venue and seeing the singer on stage shine like a bright star, they come to idolize that performer.
From then on, they pursue a path as a singer, and after continuous effort, they become a top idol.
But if that idol today didn’t have that stirring memory, that idol would not exist.
They would have walked a different path, and would lack the soul of a singer.

So when I learned that Zhang Haoyang had likely lost all his previous memories,
I believed that the person known as Zhang Haoyang—his soul—had ceased to exist.
With that thought in mind, I approached Yue Chenlian with a fresh perspective, while still holding onto my affection for Zhang Haoyang.
I treated Chenlian as a new friend, starting from zero.

But I was wrong.
Even if a person’s memories disappear, their soul does not vanish completely.
It’s like a psychological shadow.
For example: someone is hit by a large truck.
They receive timely treatment and don’t die, but they lose the memory of the accident.
Yet afterward, whenever they see a truck, they still feel a lingering fear.
Even though they lost the memory—meaning, in their memory, the event never happened—their subconscious still reacts to it.
In other words, even if the subjective memory is lost, a reaction to that memory remains in the subconscious realm.
Part of the personality remains—specifically, the deep traces left by the memory.

So I was very, very wrong.
In the end, Zhang Haoyang was still Zhang Haoyang.
Even after losing his memory and completely transforming into a girl,
sure enough, Zhang Haoyang—Yue Chenlian—is just a…

“Idiot! Bastard!”
Just as Fuzi and Ye Qing were explaining the situation to Hadi, who had just caught up,
Lin Yuxuan, kneeling on the floor of the room, suddenly shouted out in anger.

The three were momentarily stunned.
“Yuxuan! What’s wrong?”
Ye Qing, also completely confused, asked with concern.

Lin Yuxuan ignored Ye Qing.
She stood up with fierce intensity, then ran to the room’s window and looked outside.

The three watched her every move, puzzled.
When she walked to the window, they thought she was looking for clues.
But what they never expected was that Lin Yuxuan, completely disregarding the shortened school uniform skirt she was wearing,
swung one leg over the window frame—wide enough to fit two people.
Her skirt, which only covered a small part of her thighs, flipped up because of her movement.

[I didn’t see anything!]
Ye Qing turned his head away, only to see Fuzi shouting, “Yuxuan, what are you doing?!”
as she rushed forward to stop Lin Yuxuan from going any further.

Ye Qing reflexively grabbed Fuzi’s hand, successfully restraining her for a short moment.
This earned him an angry glare from Fuzi, and he let go.

By then, Lin Yuxuan had already jumped from the window with great momentum.
Fuzi ran to the window with almost all her strength, but it was already too late.
With a stunned expression, she looked down and saw Lin Yuxuan sliding down a nearby lamppost, landing safely.

“Phew!”
Fuzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
By then, Hadi and Ye Qing had also come to the window and looked down.
Seeing Lin Yuxuan wave below, they also sighed in relief.

Just as Lin Yuxuan was about to start running, Hadi called out to her.
“Lin Yuxuan, take this!”
He threw a wristwatch down.
“It’s a communication watch!”
He shouted down.
Lin Yuxuan caught the watch and ran off without looking back.

“Man… that was reckless,”
Ye Qing said helplessly, but was met with another angry glare from Fuzi, as if to say, “Why did you stop me back there?”

“Wait! That… Fuzi… sis! In that situation just now, if someone had tried to stop her halfway, the consequences would have been unthinkable!”
Ye Qing explained, waving his hands in front of him.

“Hmph!”
Fuzi looked away, dissatisfied.
“But why would Chenlian… We deliberately created a comfortable environment for her.
Even if she just woke up and knew nothing about her surroundings, she shouldn’t have felt any fear.
So why did this happen?”
Fuzi voiced her confusion anxiously.

“Because Yue Chenlian is that kind of person,”
Ye Qing answered quietly, a mix of anger and helplessness in his voice.

“Is that so?”
Fuzi turned her back.
“Then… I’ll have to catch her and give her a proper lecture…”
She paused, then said in a gentle voice,
“As my daughter.”

Ye Qing and Hadi both smiled knowingly.
But Ye Qing immediately froze, because Fuzi, with her back turned, had suddenly started taking off her nurse’s uniform.

Ye Qing immediately turned around, body tensed, face flushed.
Listening to the rustle of fabric, he chanted internally like a mantra:
[I didn’t see anything! I don’t know anything! I didn’t see anything! I don’t know anything!]…
He accidentally glanced to his right and saw Hadi watching with great interest.

“What! You pervy old man, turn around already!”
Ye Qing shouted at Hadi.

“Young lad,”
Hadi dropped his intrigued expression and calmly turned his head.
“Who are you calling a perv? And who are you calling an old man!?”
His calm voice was filled with menace.

Ye Qing shot Hadi a dirty look and said irritably, “Just turn around already!”

“Oh~! So you want to see too? Come on, old man—no, I’m only 26. Come on! Big brother will give you a hand!”
Hadi made a mischievous face and reached out his dangerous hands toward the tense Ye Qing.

“Stop it!”
Ye Qing was forcibly turned around by Hadi, but he resisted with all his might, refusing to open his eyes.
This time, Hadi forcefully pried open Ye Qing’s eyelids.
[No! I’m going to die! You want to die? I don’t!]

His forcibly opened eyes took in the scene before him.
First, he saw the nurse’s uniform that had fallen to the floor.
Then… then…

“Huh?”
Ye Qing couldn’t help but cry out in surprise.
Then, in anger, he punched Hadi in the gut, panting heavily.

“Wh-why do I have to get hit?”
Hadi writhed in pain and collapsed to his knees.

“It’s obviously because of your mischief!”
Fuzi walked over and said irritably.
She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and white hot pants that matched her top.
Her graceful figure, her full and voluptuous chest, her long, fair legs.
Her well-proportioned, slightly slender snow-white face, paired with a spirited ponytail…
She looked like a mature, young, and ambitious beauty.
Of course, these clothes weren’t just changed into—she had been wearing them under her nurse’s uniform.

“Here…”
Hadi, still in pain, handed a communication watch to Fuzi.

Fuzi took the watch and put it on.
“I’ll take the motorcycle and search the sparsely populated southern area. Ye Qing!
You go with Hadi in the car and search the northern area along the coast!”

“Okay!”
Ye Qing nodded resolutely.

Fuzi ran out swiftly.
Only Hadi and Ye Qing remained in the room.

“We’ll talk on the way,”
Hadi stood up and said to Ye Qing seriously.

“Okay,”
Ye Qing also adopted a serious expression.

They went down the stairs to the first floor.
“Wait for me at the gate,”
Hadi said as he walked toward the door on the other side of the hall.

Ye Qing could only head for the front door.
Just as he was about to put on his shoes, he realized he hadn’t been wearing any in the house.
Come to think of it, Hadi and Fuzi were the same… Wait, had they all just not noticed?
Ye Qing shook his head, walked straight past the entrance, opened the door, and stepped outside.
The villa’s gate was already open.
He could still hear the fading sound of a motorcycle engine in the distance.
[Hey! I was expecting a scooter!]

After a while, Hadi drove the white Toyota up to Ye Qing.
Ye Qing got into the passenger seat without a word, fastened his seatbelt, and the Toyota smoothly drove out of the villa.

“Young lad,”
Hadi spoke to Ye Qing as he drove.
“What do you think?”
A brief, plain question asking Ye Qing’s opinion on all of this.

Ye Qing sighed, then answered seriously.
“There’s a high possibility that Chenlian’s mutation rate has already exceeded 40%.
No—it’s almost certain that it has. Based on your theory, Doctor…”

“Mm~ I agree,”
Hadi quietly concurred.

“At the same time, her consciousness should have recovered.
Meaning there’s also a high possibility that Chenlian has already returned to normal.
Otherwise, her actions would be hard to explain.
The remaining possibility is that someone took her.”

“Being taken can be ruled out. I’ve already confirmed with the gatekeeper that Chenlian ran out alone…
But there’s one more thing,”
Hadi said, then fell silent for a moment, thinking.

“One more thing?”
Ye Qing asked, confused.

“Yes. You’ve probably noticed it too.
Chenlian’s room was at least three meters above the ground.
Aside from a trained girl like Lin Yuxuan, most girls couldn’t land safely from that height,
let alone someone as weak as Chenlian.”

“You mean Chenlian used something to get down?”
Ye Qing said, as if suddenly understanding.

Hadi shook his head at Ye Qing’s speculation.
“Young lad! Mutation isn’t that simple.”

“What do you mean?”
Ye Qing was even more confused, completely unable to guess what the doctor meant.

“Young lad! Why not try thinking in a way that breaks away from reality?”
Hadi gave a hint.

“Away from reality…?”
A premonition that something was about to emerge from the darkness. Ye Qing fell into thought.
[Away from reality… In that case, the mutation itself is divorced from reality.
But the doctor’s theory… No! Mutation itself contains too many incomprehensible things.
Speaking of which, there’s also that… The doctor’s other patient—that superhuman eyesight, like clairvoyance…
That means…]

“Some kind of superhuman ability… is that it?”