Chapter 145: Let’s go back and live our own lives. - The Young Miss Refuse To Love - NovelsTime

The Young Miss Refuse To Love

Chapter 145: Let’s go back and live our own lives.

Author: TheArale
updatedAt: 2025-07-17

CHAPTER 145: LET’S GO BACK AND LIVE OUR OWN LIVES.

"I thought for a long time after I woke up in your world..." Miss Qi took a deliberate step forward, her pace unhurried as she moved past Qi Jianyi.

"How did I wake up in your world? And where would you go after I took over your body?" She continued, turning her head slightly, a bright smile spreading across her lips.

Qi Jianyi’s frown deepened at Miss Qi’s smile—there was something unsettling about it, a subtle arrogance that pricked at her nerves.

"So, what conclusion did you come to?" she asked, her tone deliberately casual, as if none of this bothered her.

Miss Qi raised her brows, a soft laugh escaping her.

"What else could I think of, other than the fact that we really did unexpectedly swap bodies? You live as me, the eldest daughter of the Qi family, while I live as you, the eldest daughter of a loving family." Her answer was honest, but at the end of her sentence, Qi Jianyi caught a faint tremor of envy slipping through.

"Maybe the reason why we suddenly woke up in each other’s bodies was because both of us wished for each other’s lives." Miss Qi’s voice turned slow but firm, her smile fading, leaving behind an expression of stark seriousness.

The more Miss Qi spoke, the more skeptical Qi Jianyi became.

"I understand why you might wish for my life. But for me? It doesn’t make any sense. I never knew you, let alone wished to live as you." Qi Jianyi’s voice was steady, but a thread of doubt wound through her words.

If the body swap was simply because Miss Qi wanted her life, then everything would align neatly. But Miss Qi’s theory implied a mutual longing, a mirrored desire that required both of them to unknowingly agree to the exchange.

A look of surprise crossed Miss Qi’s face, quickly replaced by amusement. She laughed, a crisp and genuine sound that only annoyed Qi Jianyi further.

She had never imagined that this cold and distant woman could laugh so freely.

Miss Qi shook her head slowly. "You must have forgotten. That night, under the moonlight, you made a wish. You said it out loud and clear—you wished to be born into a wealthy family, to live without worries, just lazing around like a salted fish. Qi Jianyi, I heard you. You questioned why you weren’t born into a life of luxury. That night, your wish matched mine..."

Her voice trailed off, and she drew in a deep breath, her gaze piercing straight into Qi Jianyi’s doubtful eyes.

"I wished to be born into a happy family, with parents who loved me. And you wished to be born into wealth, free from the weight of poverty. Our desires were different, but we each held what the other longed for. I wanted your life because I had seen it with my own eyes. You wanted mine because you were exhausted by your own reality. Maybe, because of that single wish of yours that complemented mine, our souls struck a kind of unspoken agreement, unknowingly opening the door to this unexpected body swap."

Her words cut straight to the truth, striking a chord deep within Qi Jianyi. The conviction in Miss Qi’s voice, the way her words resonated, made Qi Jianyi question her own memories.

Perhaps Miss Qi was right. Perhaps the swap wasn’t some random twist of fate but rather the result of their unvoiced willingness to trade lives.

After all, at their core, they were the same person living in parallel worlds, marked by different fates.

"If what you’re saying is true, then why are we here?" Qi Jianyi didn’t linger on the thought for long. One mystery was solved, but countless questions remained.

"If our souls agreed to live as each other, then why did I have to endure such agony? The severe heartache, the blinding headache, the blood I coughed up—why? Our souls might have agreed, but our bodies clearly did not. What’s the point of it all?" She let her frustrations spill over, the words rushing out unchecked.

If there was one thing Qi Jianyi despised about this life-swapping ordeal, it was the excruciating pain she had suffered before arriving in this stark white space.

As Miss Qi listened, her expression shifted visibly. Her initial calm gave way to shock, her eyes widening before narrowing in confusion.

Her lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came. Instead, she fell into a deep silence, her brows knitted in thought.

Qi Jianyi watched closely. With only the two of them in this void, every twitch, every change in expression was magnified.

And there it was—pure, unguarded surprise. As if this was the first time Miss Qi had heard about the pain.

A realization struck Qi Jianyi like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes widened, and before she knew it, she had closed the distance between them. She grabbed Miss Qi’s shoulders, her grip tight, almost desperate.

With a strained voice, she demanded, "Don’t tell me you didn’t go through that?"

Her words were raw, her voice hoarse, and her gaze unflinching as she scrutinized Miss Qi’s every reaction.

Miss Qi’s frown deepened, her discomfort evident. "What pain? I didn’t feel anything. I don’t even know why I’m here. I was just asleep, and then I woke up in this place." Her voice was low, edged with confusion.

Qi Jianyi’s heart pounded, her mind racing with questions. If Miss Qi had not experienced the same torment, then why had she? What did it mean? And what truth lay hidden beneath their exchanged fates?

"Nonsense! Your body clearly rejected my soul. I could feel it—the pain, the agony—slowly eating me alive. I had to force myself to stay calm, to hide it from your family, because I had no reasonable excuse for the sudden illness. And now, you’re trying to tell me that my body never rejected your soul?" Qi Jianyi’s voice rose in anger, her eyes sharp as blades, slicing through Miss Qi’s thoughts.

"My body... rejects your soul?" Miss Qi echoed softly, disbelief etched across her face.

Qi Jianyi nodded. "At first, I thought the pain was triggered by me unearthing the memories you wanted to forget. But as time went on, I realized that wasn’t it. Your body grew weaker with every passing day. There were times I could barely get out of bed because the headaches were so intense." Her fists clenched as she spoke, the memory of the pain still raw and vivid.

After all, she had just endured it a few hours ago.

"But if your soul was rejected by my body, then why didn’t I experience the same pain?" Miss Qi tilted her head, her confusion apparent.

Silence fell between them. Neither pushed the other for answers. Instead, they stood lost in their own thoughts, unraveling the tangled web of secrets between them.

"You know..." Qi Jianyi finally broke the silence, drawing Miss Qi’s attention.

"I got into a car accident before I came here. Your body completely shut down, and there was nothing I could do but accept my fate." Her words were slow, deliberate, each syllable heavy with truth.

"Am I... dead then?" Miss Qi’s voice quivered, as if struck by a sudden, terrifying realization.

If Qi Jianyi had entered this white space because her borrowed body had failed, why was Miss Qi here too?

Could it be because Qi Jianyi’s soul was trying to return to her original body, and Miss Qi, the temporary occupant, was cast aside? Did the body instinctively know its true owner was coming back?

Seeing the fear in Miss Qi’s eyes, Qi Jianyi shook her head. "No, I don’t think you’re dead."

"Qi Jianyi..." She called Miss Qi’s name softly, her voice devoid of its usual sharpness. There was no anger, no bitterness—only a deep, bone-weary fatigue.

"Maybe we’re here because it’s time to go back to our own lives." Qi Jianyi murmured. Though her voice was steady, an undercurrent of uncertainty ran through it.

"I think the reason your body rejected my soul is because I refused to accept this situation. I didn’t want to live as you. We both know the wish I made that night was nothing more than a fleeting thought, born out of frustration and what-ifs. I never really wanted it to come true."

Yes, she had wished for the comfort of a wealthy family. But deep down, what she truly wanted was to live her own life—not to take over someone else’s.

More importantly, she had never seriously meant it. It was a momentary wish, a passing thought in the midst of sadness.

"I want to go back. Your body sensed my unwillingness and rejected me. You’re here because I am here. We swapped lives because of our souls, but our bodies never agreed. My body accepted your soul because you embraced my life. But I couldn’t do the same—I didn’t want to."

"Qi Jianyi, let’s go back and live our own lives." Qi Jianyi finished with a sigh, the weight of her words settling into the empty space between them.

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