Chen Mozhe was just an ordinary boy born to a farming family, living a peaceful life. It should have stayed that way, but when he was five, everything he had fell apart. The demonic cult needed a test subject, and his family became one of its targets. He lost everything.
Yet despite losing everything, he did not die. Not only that, for some reason, he gained another "me."
Years later, a white-haired girl pointed her sword at the boy kneeling on the ground and said impassively, "Surrender, Chen Mozhe."
"I surrender."
"I surrender."
The two spoke at the same time, and both froze in surprise.
The white-haired girl looked at "me," and Chen Mozhe looked at "me." Both broke into a cold sweat.
That's right. In the girl's eyes, Chen Mozhe was herself; in Chen Mozhe's eyes, the girl was also himself.
And now, this other self had become everything to Chen Mozhe, who had lost everything.
Likewise, the importance of her other self to the girl was beyond question.
This is his story and her story, a story that belongs only to them, beyond time and life or death.
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[Mozhe.]
[Lin'er.]
[Don't be afraid.]
[I'm back.]
"This is... our story."
