At that moment, as I looked at Jiang Xiaohui, I no longer found him quite so detestable.
That was right. What I felt toward him was guilt mixed with disgust.
The guilt came from the possibility that I had once deprived him of his right to "live," while the disgust came from the lengths he would go to in order to "live." In my eyes, he had even wanted to kill me for the sake of survival, showing no regard for family ties or principles.
But now, he had refused the Doctor. Rather than accepting the Doctor's hope of "life," he was helping revive Guiguzi.
That was not quite right either. He probably could not stop Guiguzi's revival, but he refused to return those memories to Guiguzi. I did not think that came from selfishness. If he were selfish, what would it hurt to let the Doctor copy the memories? It would have no effect on him and might even earn him a chance to live.
"Help me persuade him. Maybe he'll listen to you," the Doctor said, winking at me.
I shook my head. "I can't persuade him. The truth is, our relationship isn't good. You don't know this, but he repeatedly lured me back to the point in time when we were born, trying to kill me. He has always believed that I stole his right to live."
The Doctor turned to Jiang Xiaohui and said, "If I were him, I'd hold the same grudge. Sigh, every gain and loss is decreed by fate. Who told you to get tangled up with this kid? He's someone blessed with tremendous fortune. If only one of you could live, then no matter how much you struggled, he would definitely be the one left alive. Even if you wanted to kill