"Who am I?" Once, a voice from deep within asked him that question.
"Who am I?" he repeated.
No one could answer. Not even he himself.
He was Zhang Qiling, also known as Xiaoge.
Or perhaps he was nothing at all...
Time slipped through his fingers, flowing over his fingertips.
Through his memories, all he could see was a bewildering whiteness.
Yes, he couldn't remember. He had forgotten everything.
Never mind. He was immortal, so perhaps forgetting was for the best.
He had bled,
that liquid with its faintly salty, metallic smell.
But
he didn't know what tears were.
He didn't know where those sparkling drops came from.
It seemed he had been born without feelings.
Until he met Xiaotianzhen,
his Wu Xie.
They braved the Lu Palace,
crossed the depths of Xisha,
and reached the Heavenly Palace in the Clouds.
He fought back to back with Wu Xie,
his Black Gold Ancient Blade in hand.
But in the end,
he still forgot Wu Xie,
his sun.
The tangled memories poured out their unwillingness across the ages.
Wu Xie didn't know
that Xiaoge's notebook was filled
with his name.
Afraid he would forget,
Xiaoge used another way to remember.
Even if they fell into the deepest hell, they would be together.
Because
Xiaoge had
lost himself.
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