With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

A special forces base located thousands of miles away.

"Captain Ji, there's an urgent message from you!"

The communications soldier's voice came from the other end of the barracks, his tone tinged with urgency.

Ji Buzhi was leading a training exercise on the field when he heard this and was taken aback. Encrypted communication directly to the front-line base? He had been here for three years and had only received this level of communication link a handful of times.

Could it be the former bureau chief?

He hurriedly washed the mud off his hands, and without even changing his clothes, he ran all the way to the communications room.

When I answered the phone, a familiar voice came from the other end.

"Ji boy, come back."

Zhuge Yunhe's tone was unhurried, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"There have been personnel changes at the Second Administration Bureau. You must return this time."

"Personnel changes?" Ji Buzhi's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't ask any more questions, just responded and hurriedly hung up the phone.

……

There's not much to pack. I came with a backpack three years ago, and I'm leaving with the same backpack.

He had just zipped up his backpack when someone came in and took him directly to the tarmac.

With a roar from the propellers, the helicopter took off.

Ji Buzhi leaned against the bulkhead, looking at the barracks below that were getting smaller and smaller, the mountains that were getting farther and farther away, and the layers of clouds that swept past the sides of the wings. An unprecedented sense of bewilderment welled up in his heart.

He had to go back and face her.

……

He recalled the circumstances of their first meeting.

The old director personally took him to the train station to pick up the person. He was also testing the waters, wanting to see who had such great charm that the old leader would personally take two people to pick them up. In the end, a pretty young girl came out.

Her features were so exquisitely beautiful they seemed unreal, yet her eyes held a calmness beyond her years. His first thought was—whose little girl has mistaken me for someone else?

Ji Buzhi smiled outwardly, but inwardly he was filled with a huge question mark. How could a young girl who looked to be in her early twenties be parachuted in as a special advisor? The old director even personally came to greet her at the station; he knew better than anyone how weighty this position was.

He habitually put on another face—a talkative mode.

He approached him warmly, addressing him as "Big Boss" repeatedly, but secretly he was observing him. He wanted to see just what kind of abilities this newly arrived "special advisor" had.

He was always confident in his learning ability. No one could outpace him, and even if she had some extraordinary talent, six months of following her would be enough for him to learn thoroughly.

As a result, every time she needed to work, the area around her would be cleared away, and he was no exception. When he returned, the site had been thoroughly cleaned up, leaving not a trace.

Until that day, he saw the warehouse for the first time.

The warehouse was piled high with goods, reaching three stories high. As he walked in, he was still calculating how long it would take to move everything. But in less than an hour, the entire warehouse was empty.

He stood in the middle of the empty warehouse, stunned for a full half minute.

Surprised as he was, his indomitable spirit was ignited – he was determined to master this skill.

From then on, he became even more affectionate towards her, repeatedly begging her to take him with her on missions.

His goal was simple: he had to find out what was going on with this deputy director.

As a result, every time they went on a mission, even with him by their side, he couldn't figure it out at all. Things would disappear in an instant, and traces would vanish just as quickly; he couldn't even catch a glimpse of them.

He later belatedly realized that perhaps she possessed not ordinary abilities, but rather supernatural powers, or perhaps she carried some special treasure.

……

What truly changed his perspective was the Dachengshan earthquake.

He set off with her. The moment he arrived at the scene, he was stunned by what he saw—houses collapsed, landslides, cries echoing through the valley, and devastation everywhere.

She didn't act superior because of her special skills, nor did she show any fear in the face of disaster because of her young age. She desperately rescued people, one after another, day and night, her hands covered in blood and mud, her voice hoarse but she didn't stop.

Few people can remain calm in such a situation. But she did.

This is something he admires from the bottom of his heart.

He felt they were the same kind of people—both were very capable and knew how to hide their abilities very well.

until that moment.

The moment he rushed into the crack in the earth to save the little boy, he felt he was going to die; he even saw a revolving lantern.

Then--

A vibrant green vine stretched out towards him from the brightest spot in front of him.

He fell onto the muddy ground and coughed for a long time before he could catch his breath. It would be a lie to say he wasn't shocked—she had this trick up her sleeve.

The vine retracted from her fingertips, as if it had never existed.

Then he saw her squatting in front of the little boy, her finger touching the boy's forehead. The little boy, who had just woken up, blinked blankly, and that memory of the vines was completely erased.

He was still in shock when she turned around and touched his forehead with the same finger.

He instinctively became wary, but it was too late. His mind went blank, as if it had been filled with glue, and he remained in a daze for three or four days.

When he fully regained consciousness, that memory did indeed return—but the feeling of being controlled sent chills down his spine.

He began frantically searching through ancient texts.

He wanted to find out: How to erase someone's memory? How can vines sprout from a person's body? How can the contents of a warehouse disappear overnight?

He spent five or six days flipping through ancient books and documents, but found nothing.

If the old director hadn't called him into his office and said meaningfully, "There are some things that are not your responsibility to investigate," he might have continued to press on relentlessly.

From then on, he focused his attention more on her. Not with any ulterior motive, but simply because he couldn't help but look at her.

Gradually, he realized that his feelings had changed.

And—he knew she had a boyfriend.

For the first time, he, who was always audacious and reckless, chose to run away.

He volunteered to go to the toughest training grounds, to the farthest post, and to do the hardest work. He wanted to forget this relationship that had ended without a trace.

……

When did he become attracted to her?

He had no way of saying it.

Perhaps it was the stunning beauty of their first meeting. Perhaps it was the captivating skills she inadvertently revealed. Perhaps it was the way she desperately saved people in the ruins of Dacheng Mountain. Perhaps it was the moment that green vine wrapped around his waist—her life was hers.

The gratitude for being saved was mixed with inexplicable emotions; he couldn't distinguish his own heart, nor could he see through it. All he knew was that he had feelings he shouldn't have.

Only the old director saw his reluctance and inner turmoil.

So the old director agreed and sent him to this unit—"Go and gain some experience; any ulterior motives will fade away after a while."

In recent years, he has indeed been gradually forgetting. The sweat on the training field can wash away many things.

But the figure in my heart became clearer and clearer, and more and more unforgettable.

……

"Captain Ji, we are about to arrive at the Kyoto landing site. Please prepare for landing."

The driver's voice pulled him from his memories.

Ji Buzhi looked down at Kyoto at his feet.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and traffic flows freely; the outline of this city gradually becomes clear in the twilight.

The personnel changes at the Second Administration Bureau—could they be related to her?

The helicopter descended slowly, and the landing gear made a dull thud as it touched the ground.

Ji Buzhi slung his backpack over his shoulder, stood on the tarmac, looked at the familiar streets in the distance, and murmured to himself.

Jiang Zhiyu, are you here?

Would you like to see me?

Or... do you still remember me?

With a heart full of trepidation, he got off the helicopter and headed straight for the Second Administration Bureau.