As for Little Nian Bai, even though I already knew the truth about him, I still felt somewhat guilty.
If it hadn't been for me, he wouldn't have existed.
Wasn't the purpose of those people creating him to target me?
No matter what, he was now a living being, just like Jiang Xiaohui.
And in his memories, I was his father and Bingbing was his mother. He had an incomplete childhood, and at least in his childhood memories, I, his father, had always been absent.
That was right. He possessed nearly complete childhood memories, though of course, those memories had been forcibly implanted. In those memories, his mother had raised him alone. Mother and son had endured countless cold stares and bullying from others.
He was like an illegitimate child.
Although I had appeared in his childhood memories, I was probably that irresponsible father who would only meet them briefly before vanishing without a trace again.
When he was little, it hadn't meant much. But as he slowly grew up, he began to hate me, though that hatred seemed complicated. Until he "saw" Bingbing die before his eyes while blocking a blade for him, that hatred completely erupted in his heart.
I sank into deep self-reproach.
Ye Jinghong patted my back. "This isn't your fault. There are things you simply have no power to stop and no choice in. For example, you've always insisted that you are Jiang Xiaobai, only Jiang Xiaobai. But is that really true? Can you erase your connection to Guiguzi? Can you truly draw a clear line between yourself and your past and present lives? And you can't change the fact that, like me, you came from another planet!"
I looked up at her in shock.
She was right. I had always said that I was