Was this what life was like?
No matter how hard you struggled, every time things seemed to get a little better, you could turn around and find fresh misfortune waiting for you. No—that was Chief Yuan's life.
To be fair, most people weren't that unlucky.
Red Moon upstairs had always been a ticking time bomb. How could Fu Qian not know that?
This was a question of "Who am I, and who is me?" And the one involved was even the protagonist.
The idea that they could have a few therapeutic conversations, then sort everything out without disturbing the original body, was far too optimistic.
For Fu Qian, once the pressure had been applied, it had always been only a matter of time before the original body reacted.
Of course, sooner or later, the situation looked extremely bad for Chief Yuan.
Just as he couldn't stop Red Moon from coming downstairs, Fu Qian couldn't stop the two from meeting each other's eyes.
Yuan Shan's gaze was drawn to Red Moon at once, following her all the way down the stairs.
Red Moon, meanwhile, looked down at that face identical to her own, as if gazing into a peculiar mirror.
Of course, even when looking into a real mirror, you might occasionally find your reflection unfamiliar.
Leaving aside everything below their necks, the expressions on their faces were already noticeably different.
Yuan Shan's expression was certainly unlike her usual one, but it still fell short of Red Moon's unmistakably inhuman air.
Still, the boundary between god and human wasn't entirely impossible to cross.
Before they had even reached each other, Fu Qian had clearly sensed a change as the distance between them narrowed.
Taking from what was in excess to make up for what was lacking, the differences between their faces