Your Highness, Why Have You Turned Against Me?

Seventeen-year-old Du Liang and twenty-seven-year-old Du Liang somehow shared the same body. They were clearly different, so different that any palace servant could tell they were two separate people.

Yet he said, “I remember.” What did he remember? He remembered a child collapsing in a pool of blood that year, weeping in pain. He remembered the faint tremor of a left hand. He remembered you, remembered the little bit of warmth you gave him. He remembered you, his only confidant in the world.

We are, unmistakably, one.