"Risheng?!" Song Shaoyuan waved his hand to disperse the lingering dust. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise and concern.
Li Ang did not answer. He clenched his fists. Risking exposure, the Mo Si Clone in Golden City Square hurried toward the mansion at top speed, searching for any trace of Chai Cuiqiao.
*It sounds hard to accept, but I can remember all the memories from my previous life—in the Zhou Kingdom, in Yizhou, in Chang'an, right up until now.*
*If it were possible, I would really, really like to continue staying by your side, Young Master.*
The ink on the paper had become blurry, as if soaked by tears.
*Young Master, you don't need to feel sad for me, because it's only been a few days since I truly appeared in this world.*
*From the very beginning, I was born from your memories—a fake.*
*Everything about me... the closer the memories are to the present, the more real they seem; the further away they are, the more distorted they become.*
