At eleven o'clock in the night, Yuan Cangshuang pushed open the door of his house with his legs filled with lead.
The living room light is on.
There is a person sitting on the sofa.
Yuan Cangshuang was stunned in the entrance hall, and the briefcase in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
The man turned his head - his face was exactly the same, right down to the scar from childhood on his left eyebrow.
"You're back?" The man smiled and his voice was exactly the same as his, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Yuan Cangshuang pressed his back against the door panel, his throat dry: "You... Who are you?"
"I am you." The man stood up, his movements as graceful as if he were performing a stage play, "To be precise, it's the part of you that was stripped away - the divine part."
"Fart!" Yuan Cangshuang cursed instinctively and put his hand in his pocket for his cell phone, "I'll call the police right away -"
"Don't worry." The man raised his hand and pointed to the glass on the coffee table, "Look."
The water glass slowly rose and hovered in mid-air. The water in the cup began to rotate, forming a small vortex, then condensed into ice flowers, and then turned into steam and dissipated in the next second.
The cup fell gently back to the table without spilling any water.
