Infinite Regression :I perceive everything

Never let them know you can see!

Never let them know you can see!!!

Through a foggy haze, Fang Xiu slowly opened his bleary eyes. The pure white ceiling above him was covered with a dense, blood-red script that pierced his vision.

His gaze was vacant, pupils slightly unfocused, his face still marked by the dazed look of someone just waking up. But in the next instant, his pupils sharply contracted, and he sprang up from the bed with the sudden, frantic alertness of a startled bird.

He sat upright, his entire body rigid.

"What... what is this..."

Fang Xiu lifted his head, eyes wide with shock and disbelief, staring at the blood-red characters that sprawled across the ceiling. The sinister, blood-like font writhed across the surface, crooked and twisted, resembling squirming tadpoles, exuding an air of grotesque oddity.

His mind was a blank, struggling to comprehend why, after peacefully sleeping at home, he would awaken to find his bedroom ceiling covered in strange, handwritten words—almost as if someone had bitten their finger and written them one by one.

"What's going on? Who wrote these words on my ceiling?"

"Never... never let them know you can see?"

Without thinking, Fang Xiu read aloud the blood-red text on the ceiling.

But the next moment, to his astonishment, the blood-red script vanished into thin air. It disappeared so abruptly that it was as if it had never been there at all.

Fang Xiu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, glancing up again. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer see the blood-red words. All that remained was a pristine, white ceiling.

"How could this be?! Am I still dreaming? Did I oversleep? Am I hallucinating?" Fang Xiu began to doubt his own eyes.

"But the writing... it was so clear, so real."

The bizarre event left Fang Xiu uneasy, his heart racing in his chest.

Whether it was a hallucination or something real, Fang Xiu just wanted to leave the bedroom and get some fresh air.

But just as he was about to get out of bed, his gaze instinctively darted around the room, and then his body froze in shock, as though struck by lightning.

"This isn't my bedroom!"

"What is happening? Am I still dreaming?"

Fang Xiu stared in disbelief at the unfamiliar room. The desk, the computer, the wardrobe, the bed—everything felt alien, unfamiliar.

He was certain this was not his room.

"Where... am I?!"

He hadn't been drinking last night, nor had he mistakenly entered someone else's house. He clearly remembered coming home after working overtime, eating a bowl of instant noodles, watching a movie, and then falling asleep exhausted.

But now, the cup of noodles on the bedside table was gone, and the used tissues that had been thrown on the floor were nowhere to be found.

Everything was unnervingly clean and strangely unfamiliar.

"What's going on?" Fang Xiu muttered in disbelief. But then, suddenly, a chaotic surge of unfamiliar memories rushed into his mind, making him momentarily lose focus.

After a brief moment, Fang Xiu snapped back to reality, staring blankly at his palm.

"Did I... cross over?"

"Did I cross over to a parallel world similar to my previous life?"

A flood of thoughts rushed through Fang Xiu's mind. The unfamiliar memories were those of the original owner of this body. There were too many, too jumbled for him to process all at once. After all, it was twenty years of life experience—it couldn't all be absorbed in a single moment. He could only focus on the most important memories first.

The original owner of this body was also called Fang Xiu, and like the transmigrated Fang Xiu, he was an orphan, of similar age and almost identical in appearance, with an ordinary look much like that of the actor Louis Koo.

The only differences were in their life paths and the world's background.

The transmigrated Fang Xiu had been fortunate enough to receive support from kind people and, through his efforts, had gotten into a prestigious university, where he was currently studying.

However, the Fang Xiu of this world had not been so lucky. He dropped out of high school due to lack of funds and was forced to work. Now, he worked as a salesman at a real estate office.

The world was similar to his previous life, but many historical events and figures were no longer the same.

"But even if I crossed over, what was with those blood-red words? There's nothing like that in the memories of this body's original owner..."

The eerie blood-red text gave Fang Xiu an unsettling feeling. He searched through his memories but found nothing related to it.

Just then, suddenly...

A soft, female voice came from outside the bedroom.

"Darling, breakfast is ready."

The unexpected voice startled Fang Xiu, and he froze for a moment. Darling!?

Had I married so early in this parallel world? Or is she my girlfriend? After all, many couples call each other this way.

He quickly tried to recall his memories of his wife, but just as his thoughts began to rush forward, they were interrupted by a vision.

A slender figure in a white silk spaghetti strap sleep dress appeared before him.

Upon seeing her, Fang Xiu's eyes instinctively widened, momentarily dazed.

Having seen so many beautified faces on short videos, Fang Xiu considered himself quite resistant to the charms of beautiful women. But when he saw his wife, his first reaction wasn't just awe, it was sheer amazement.

The woman before him was extraordinarily beautiful.

She wore a white silk sleep dress, soft and fitted, perfectly outlining her enticing curves. The dress was short, just covering her waist, leaving her long, white legs exposed to the air, gleaming with a cold, white sheen, like the most precious jade.

She wasn't just fair-skinned; she had a cold, porcelain-like complexion, almost like porcelain with a faint pinkish undertone.

Her delicate, swan-like neck and exquisitely sculpted collarbones were fully on display.

With such a perfect figure, even a face that was only average could make her stand out as a beauty.

But her face was far from average—if Fang Xiu were to rate it, he'd give it a ninety-nine, leaving one point off to avoid her becoming too arrogant.

Her face seemed to embody the very essence of gentle, feminine beauty.

Her autumn-like eyes gazed at Fang Xiu with tenderness, her lips curving into a soft, healing smile that seemed to soothe any inner wounds.

At that moment, Fang Xiu couldn't help but think, maybe crossing over wasn't so bad—after all, in his past life, he would never have found such a beautiful and gentle wife.

"Darling, you're awake. Breakfast is ready," she said again, her voice as soft as water.

Fang Xiu hurried to respond. After all, if you don't react within two seconds when someone speaks to you, it makes you seem more intelligent.

But he didn't know how to address the woman before him. Should he call her by her name, or "wife," "honey," "sweetheart," or something else? His mind raced through memories of his wife.

But then something terrifying happened.

There was no memory of her name. No memory of their relationship. No hobbies, no favorite positions. Nothing!

There was nothing!

In fact, there was no trace of this woman at all in his memories.

How... is this possible?!

The original owner of this body had never been in a relationship. So where did this wife come from?

Fang Xiu's blood ran cold, his heart skipped a beat. He looked at the smiling woman before him, suddenly feeling a dry throat, as if something were lodged in it, leaving him speechless.

Two seconds had already passed.

The woman remained patient, her smile still soft and unchanging. But there was something strange about it—it remained exactly the same, as if it were frozen, like a robotic smile, never altering, never even a slight shift in the curve of her eyes.

With her cold, white skin, it almost gave her the appearance of a lifeless object.

Like a delicate porcelain figurine with a beautiful woman's face.

This was incomprehensible. After all, humans are living beings—they have heartbeats, they breathe. Just as a person cannot keep their eyes open without blinking for long, it's impossible to maintain an unchanging smile forever. Not even the smallest tremor in the eyelashes.

For some reason, staring at that smile, Fang Xiu no longer felt the warmth he once did. Instead, he felt a chilling sense of dread.

What was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Who... who are you?" Fang Xiu asked, his voice strained.

At this, the woman's smile shifted.

Her eyes burst with overwhelming joy, her once gentle smile now widening into an exaggerated grin.

"You can see me!" The voice, filled with restrained ecstasy, came from her lips.