How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“What do you mean by ‘disappear’?” Ling Ling asked, puzzled, as he looked at Ling Ning. Since his reincarnation, he had only existed through memories—so where did disappearing come into play?

“I should’ve died over a month ago, but when you appeared, my consciousness somehow lingered. Don’t ask me why—I don’t know myself. But hey, if reincarnation can happen, then I guess other impossible things are fair game too.”

“A month ago? So… when I first crossed over?” Ling Ling stroked the sparse stubble on his chin, feeling a twinge of nostalgia.

“Yes, I’ve seen everything you’ve done this past month. Oh, and I also know all your memories from before you crossed over~” Ling Ning said, completely serious.

“That’s not minor! Wait—you’re saying you know everything about my previous life?” Ling Ling asked, his face frozen in disbelief.

Ling Ning nodded. “When you were looking through my memories, I was watching yours. It’s fair, don’t you think?”

“So, you even saw my… ahem, memories with my girlfriend, my, um, ‘me-time’… and definitely not my interest in cross-dressing… did you see all of that?” Ling Ling’s expression crumbled as he processed this new level of embarrassment.

“Yes, I saw it all. I had no idea you were into such things—guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover,” Ling Ning said, giving him an odd look.

Ling Ling looked as if he’d taken a massive hit, muttering under his breath, “There goes my innocence… no way I’m getting married now.”

“Oh, by the way, was that ghost at the amusement park… you?” Ling Ling suddenly remembered the eerie presence that had followed him in the haunted house.

“No, that wasn’t me. But it seemed rather fond of you,” Ling Ning replied with a sly smile.

“Stop! I—I don’t believe in ghosts or anything…” Ling Ling shuddered, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine.

“Why didn’t you stay longer in my memories? I know you didn’t want to leave. Why?” Ling Ning asked softly.

“I… was afraid I’d want to stay forever if I did,” Ling Ling replied with a bitter smile.

Ling Ning opened her mouth, but after a moment, she left her next words unsaid.

They stood in silence for a long time before Ling Ling finally broke it.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do for you?”

“Please take care of Ye Ye for me.”

“Is there anything else?”

“I… I…” Ling Ning hesitated, a conflicted look crossing her face.

“It’s okay, just say it. Keeping things bottled up only makes it worse, right?”

“I… I don’t want to disappear. I still want to watch Ye Ye grow up. I still want to go to college. I want to make lots and lots of money… I still want…” Ling Ning began to cry, her sadness and helplessness palpable.

Ling Ling silently held her, comforting her until her sobs gradually quieted.

“Alright, I’m fine now,” she said at last.

“Your face doesn’t look very convincing~” Ling Ling teased gently.

“Is there no way you can stay?” Ling Ling asked after a brief silence.

Ling Ning shook her head.

“Then…”

Before he could say anything else, Ling Ning stopped him.

“There’s no need. I know exactly what you’re thinking, just as you know what’s on my mind. This is my final gift… my final memories. Take them, Ling Ning!”

Ling Ning reached out and embraced Ling Ling. Instead of a sudden, forceful transfer of memories, it felt strangely natural, as if these new memories were experiences he’d lived through himself.

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Ling Ning wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she finally opened her eyes, looking up at the familiar ceiling. She glanced at her pale, slender hand and felt a bit out of place.

Turning to see Ye Ye still sound asleep beside her, she thought, “So, I’m really back…”

As she tried to process her scattered memories, she found herself unsure whether she was Ling Ling, Ling Ning, or some being beyond the two. The confusion left her wanting to sleep—only in sleep did this feeling of disorientation fade away.

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And so, on the second day of school, Ling Ning ended up arriving late.

The first period was literature, taught by an elderly teacher named Yu Wen. As a seasoned teacher well into his fifties, Yu Wen couldn’t stand students being late.

When he saw the drowsy girl at the door, he felt his temper rising. To be late on the second day of school was blatantly disrespectful to both his class and him as a teacher. But given that it was senior year and Ling Ning was the academic rep, Yu Wen reluctantly held back his frustration and allowed her inside.

“Just this once. Next time, don’t bother coming in if you’re late,” he warned.

“Thank you… Teacher,” Ling Ning mumbled groggily, stumbling to her seat. As soon as she sat down, she was fast asleep.

The boys in class found her sleepiness oddly endearing. Her half-awake expression and slightly messy hair created such a contrast to her previous day’s appearance that they couldn’t help but be charmed.

Xu Qing glanced at her, worried. It was rare to see Ling Ning so tired; even when exhausted, she usually only napped during breaks. Still, she had to admit that Ling Ning looked stunning even in this state.

“Oops—drooled a little!” Xu Qing quickly wiped her mouth, then pretended to look around casually.

Yu Wen was about ready to explode. He’d let Ling Ning off out of kindness, and she came in only to ignore him completely and fall asleep? So much for the academic rep setting an example!

He checked the attendance list, realizing he didn’t actually know this student’s name. He carefully examined the roster—was it Ling Ning? Or maybe Ling… something else? But he couldn’t afford to make a mistake in front of the class, so he decided to let it go for now.

Unaware that her name had saved her from Yu Wen’s wrath, Ling Ning continued to sleep peacefully.

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As the bell rang, Yu Wen grabbed his materials and left the classroom, determined to look up the pronunciation of “Ning.” Normally, he wouldn’t leave until the next class had already started.

Xia You gazed at Ling Ning, eager to see her sleeping face. Unfortunately, an annoying girl occupied the seat next to her, blocking her view. The urge to stab the girl rose within her—she imagined pulling the knife in and out, over and over.

“No, that’s too merciful. I should do it like this… then like that… hehe,” Xia You muttered with a strange grin, though she quickly reverted to her innocent facade.

Luckily, the second class was English, taught by Ye Xuan. The moment she walked in and saw Ling Ning fast asleep, she simply let it be. However, anyone else who tried to follow suit was swiftly reminded of her authority through her infamous “Flying Pen” and “Death Stare.”

The following two periods were math, and the teacher had a strict “teach and ignore” approach, leaving Ling Ning free to sleep all morning.

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Author’s Note:

Long live nonsense!