I’m Sick, Only You Have the Cure
—Ye Mochen
Crossing Time and Space, Just to Love You
—Ran Weiyi
Late at night, the pitch-black window showed not a single glimmer of starlight.
Ran Weiyi finished reading a heartbreaking masterpiece titled The Mad Dog’s Cage, tears streaming down her face.
She lay sprawled on the bed, the pale light from her phone illuminating her reddened, tear-stained eyes.
On the screen, the final chapter of the novel had ended, and the glaring “The End” seemed to mock her genuine emotions.
“Ye Mochen… how could he suffer so much…” she choked out, her voice hoarse and unrecognizable.
She bit her lip hard, broken sobs escaping her throat until the screen went dark, plunging the entire room into complete darkness.
The male lead in the book was named Ye Mochen, the head of the prestigious Ye family, a man of unparalleled beauty and power, yet afflicted by a Strange Poison and prone to bouts of madness at any moment.
He imprisoned the original female lead, who had unintentionally saved him, in his estate, repaying her with all the wealth in the world. But his nature was obsessive, and he didn’t know how to love.
He could only use the clumsiest, most primitive method to confine that flower within the gilded cage he had crafted with his riches.
And the result?
The original female lead, contentedly enjoying the lavish material life he provided, turned around in fear of his “madness,” disgusted by his every cautious attempt to draw closer.
She constantly thought of escaping.
“You madman! Stay away from me!”
“I hate you! You’ve ruined my life!”
Ruined your life?
Ran Weiyi laughed bitterly, tears flowing even harder.
Living in a mansion spanning thousands of square meters—is that ruining your life?
Having eight top chefs asking you every day whether you’d prefer French cuisine or Japanese delicacies—is that ruining your life?
If that’s a ruined life, please sign me up for one too!
Ran Weiyi admitted that forced love was wrong, and restricting someone’s freedom was illegal.
But if that woman had ever truly looked at him, she would have seen through his bottomless loneliness and fear.
He was just sick.
He was just too afraid of being abandoned by the world once again.
Unfortunately, the original female lead never saw it.
All she wanted was to escape, even going so far as to collude with her stepmother’s son in a meticulously planned assassination to secure her “freedom.”
Ye Mochen survived the assassination but couldn’t escape the relentless erosion of the toxins accumulating in his body.
His health deteriorated, and his emotions spiraled further out of control.
Ran Weiyi’s heart felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible hand, the pain leaving her breathless.
She could almost feel Ye Mochen’s despair on the brink of collapse through those cold, lifeless words.
Finally, on his thirtieth birthday, everything fell apart.
When she read the line, “He gripped the woman’s neck, his crimson eyes revealing a sense of utter relief for the first time,” a scalding tear fell heavily onto the screen, spreading into a small, blurry stain.
The entire world seemed to collapse with it.
He was gone.
The man who had struggled alone in the darkness for thirty years, who had finally managed to grasp a sliver of light, was just… gone.
In the end, it was that very light that pushed him back into an even darker abyss.
Ran Weiyi cried uncontrollably, her heart aching for Ye Mochen. The image of his final moments lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.
His entire life, he was simply unloved.
What if, during his episodes, someone didn’t scream and push him away but instead held him tightly?If someone could have told him, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t leave,” would he have avoided his downfall?
“If only… if only that person could have been me…”
“If I could travel into a book, I would definitely heal him and love him with all my heart!”
Ran Weiyi muttered to herself, then let out a long sigh as a sour ache spread from her nose all the way to her heart.
She picked up her phone and opened the comments section, hoping to find an “ally” to join her in cursing the author.
However, a comment pinned at the top in bold, blood-red letters made her freeze.
It wasn’t a comment—it felt more like a question from another dimension.
【Do you want to save him?】
Below the question, there was only one faintly glowing option.
【Yes】
“…?”
Ran Weiyi was stunned, instinctively thinking it was some new kind of promotional ad.
But her fingertip seemed guided by an invisible force, trembling uncontrollably as it moved toward that option.
The moment she touched the screen—
the entire phone screen, along with the 【Yes】 option, shattered into countless points of light, swallowing her whole.
The last sound in her mind was the mechanical voice of the System.
【Identity information implanted. Ran Weiyi, twenty-two years old, orphan, current address…】
When she opened her eyes again, her vision was filled with an unfamiliar white ceiling.
She sat up abruptly, feeling the cotton sheets beneath her and taking in the simple decor around her.
The room was spacious, so quiet she could only hear her own heartbeat.
A faint, elusive fragrance drifted in the air—clean and crisp, with a hint of herbal scent.
She raised her wrist and brought it to her nose to sniff.
This Ethereal Fragrance had traveled with her body, just like the name Ran Weiyi.
In the orphanage, there were many children, and most names were assigned in order—like Xiao Yi, Xiao Er, or Chunhua, Qiuyue.
Only she was given her name personally by the headmistress.
The headmistress’s surname was Ran. Back then, holding the frail Ran Weiyi, she said word by word, “You’ll take my surname, Ran, and be called Weiyi. Not the ‘alone’ kind of ‘wei,’ but the ‘unique’ kind. You are the one and only you in this world.”
These warm words had sustained her for many years.
Later, she was adopted by an eccentric old apprentice of traditional Chinese medicine and threw herself into the world of medicinal herbs.
Over time, her body became imbued with an inescapable herbal scent—clean yet bitter.
She thought she smelled like a walking bag of twenty-four-herb tea and had even worried about it, afraid she might bother others.
Until one day, she followed her master to treat an irritable and short-tempered wealthy merchant.
The man had smashed antiques all over the room, and no one could calm him down. She merely handed him a cup of tea, and he inexplicably quieted down, staring intently at her as he asked, “What perfume… are you wearing?”
On the way home, her master stroked his goatee and told her with a profound expression, “That’s not the scent of herbs—it’s your natural fragrance.”
She had retorted at the time, “Master, don’t joke around. I work with herbs every day—how could I have a natural fragrance?”Her master gave her a light knock on the head. “Do you think my decades of experience with scents is just for show? Your fragrance can calm the mind and soothe the spirit. Otherwise, why do you think I brought you back in the first place? Because I saw your exceptional bone structure and thought you were a natural for studying medicine? No, it was because when you stood in front of my medicine shop, all those irritable patients waiting in line suddenly became calm and composed, as if they’d taken a tranquilizer pill in advance.”
So that was it.
She wasn’t a walking twenty-four-ingredient herbal tea, but a human-shaped calming incense.
Ran Weiyi lowered her gaze, looking at her wrist, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips.
[Ding! Detected host consciousness awakening. Savior True Love System officially activated.]
[Sis! You’re finally here!]
An overly lively, childish voice abruptly rang out in her mind.
Instinctively, she glanced around—there was no one in sight.