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This is a realm without the concept of time, born from the fusion of digital code and human consciousness. If this code space is empty, then every imagination and impression within the human mind can become a blueprint for its structures. Aiwen named it the “World of Crossing Images.” The concept is simple: all memories, impressions, latent images, and various stored thoughts from the brain are transferred into code, where they evolve on their own, granted an infinite span of existence. This duration is virtual—a difference perceived only by the consciousness itself. It takes up no space. As for later developments, they are undirected and random, much like countless parallel universes converging at a single instant and then branching into endless evolutions. In truth, neurons themselves form a rich little cosmos, an endless microcosmic world of possibility, just as human consciousness does.

Both women’s consciousnesses remained within Aiwen’s uniquely created code space. Xian Xiaoya now understood why Hollen had sought her out, the sequence of events clear in her mind. Yet Aiwen, standing before her, was an enigma. How had she come here? Or, rather, into their shared dream?

“Even if you refuse to return to reality and choose only to remain in dreams, you must know this: your brother is still waiting for you to wake up. Every moment you linger here, your danger grows. If you do not wake soon, you will lose your life! What will become of your brother?” Aiwen explained.

Upon hearing this, Xian Xiaoya felt a sharp pain, as though pierced by a needle. “He’s not dead?”

“Before I entered the dream, I looked into your personal information—Hollen told me a little. Your brother is indeed alive; he’s been saved.”

“So you say all of this is just my dream? Then how did you get in here? Are you trying to brainwash me? To show me illusions you created? Who exactly are you? What do you want?”

“I haven’t lied to you. The only person who can solve these problems is yourself. If you continue to refuse to wake up, you truly won’t be able to return. Your life remains; your body is waiting for you to awaken!” Aiwen spoke urgently. “I’m different. I’m someone at the brink of death, with no need to return…”

Xian Xiaoya was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

Time shifted to November 22, 2017.

Dawn at the Guanshan Lake Scenic Area—

It was a brilliantly sunny day. Along the mountain highway in Guanshan Lake Scenic Area, a white minivan wound its way around the slopes.

Drawing closer, three figures could be seen inside: Eddie Ming, Lihua Zhao, and Aiwen.

Inside, the family of three chatted cheerfully. Eddie Ming drove, Lihua Zhao sat beside him, and Aiwen was in the back seat.

Eddie Ming said, “The weather’s great today. We really picked the perfect time to visit the mountain.”

Lihua Zhao replied, “Why here? You rarely enjoy mountain excursions… Oh, I remember—the super moon tonight, right?”

Aiwen chimed in, “Isn’t there supposed to be a meteor shower?”

Eddie Ming laughed, “Don’t guess. The air up here is wonderful, and it’s been too long since we came as a family. We should really savor the mountain’s natural beauty—it’s good for us.” His joy was evident.

“Mom, do you think my outfit is stylish?” Aiwen twisted around, showing Lihua Zhao the design on the back of her jacket.

“It’s lovely! Oh, and the letter A—so fitting for you,” Lihua Zhao praised. She then pulled a small jewelry box from her pocket. “Try this on; it might match even better.”

“A surprise for me?” Aiwen opened the box to find a necklace, its pendant delicately engraved with the letters “aw.”

“Do you like it?” Eddie Ming asked. “Your mother and I picked it out together.”

“I love it! It’s so unique. Thank you, Father! Thank you, Mother!” Aiwen exclaimed, examining it with delight.

She couldn’t wait to put it on, but the car’s motion made it hard to fasten the clasp.

Seeing her struggle, Lihua Zhao leaned over to help, and Aiwen turned her back to her.

At that moment, a large truck came speeding around a bend behind them, quickly gaining on their car. Lihua Zhao’s position blocked the side mirror, so Eddie Ming didn’t see the truck approaching. It was moving too fast. By the time Lihua Zhao was seated again, the truck had nearly sideswiped them, forcing Eddie Ming to jerk the wheel in shock…

The white van crashed suddenly into the guardrail. There was no time to brake; the car smashed through the barrier, which broke apart, and the vehicle plummeted down the mountainside.

At the foot of the slope, the car lay twisted and smoking.

Inside, Eddie Ming and Lihua Zhao were motionless, while Aiwen’s fingers trembled slightly. Sunlight glinted off the necklace at her throat, still sparkling.

This was the truth behind the accident three years ago. In the dream, Aiwen’s body was always wrapped in white gauze—this was her own subconscious suggestion. After being rescued, she became a coma patient, unable to move or feed herself, sustained only by tubes and IV drips, clinging to life.

In the three years that followed, her body withered, taking on a ghastly appearance. Deep down, she wanted to hide her form, to keep her true state from being seen. In the dream, during the second hypnosis, she set herself aflame—a reflection of her wish for self-destruction. She no longer wanted this shell of a body. In reality, her existence was meaningless, able only to wander the virtual world; her soul had long since forsaken that frail form. She did not need it; it was simply too ugly.

From the moment she climbed from the mountain base to the highway and met Xian Xiaoya, their consciousnesses became linked. From then on, they could see people from each other’s dreams, though these figures—mere impressions—could not sense the other’s true presence. That’s why, when Xian Xiaoya took Little Ai to the hospital and met Dr. Zhao, Dr. Zhao was unaware of Xian Xiaoya’s existence.

Aiwen, meanwhile, found her own family in the dream transformed into strangers. Lihua Zhao and Eddie Ming became rescuers of Little Ai—her subconscious clinging to her loved ones. Only by finding them could she be truly saved. Thus, even without medical intervention, her wounds healed automatically in the dream—a psychosomatic response.

The necklace she found at the mountain’s base within the dream was a detail she had coded into the program before entering, slipping it into the consciousness-replacement protocol while Hollen was unobservant—a sign for herself.

The scene shifted to November 25, 2017.

Cemetery—

The sun shone bright, yet few attended the funeral. Hollen was present at the joint burial of Eddie Ming and Lihua Zhao. He bowed deeply before their gravestone as his assistant quietly approached and whispered a few words. Shortly after, the two left the cemetery together.

Time moved forward to November 26, 2017.

Inside the ICU at West District Hospital—

Aiwen lay in a hospital bed surrounded by machines monitoring her vital signs.

Through the glass, Hollen observed the scene. His assistant hurried over, briefed him, and handed him a file. After Hollen read it, the assistant leaned in, whispering something only Hollen could hear.

Afterward, Hollen instructed, in an equally hushed tone, “From this moment, say nothing. We must move Aiwen to our laboratory as quickly as possible. I’ll handle matters at the Group. This must remain confidential—no leaks. Don’t let anyone inside the Group find out, or the media will stir up trouble again!”

His assistant nodded. “Understood. I’ll take care of it right away.”