Li Qi's Inner Demon

"A Jun, A Jun, what are you doing?"

A Jun. Such a familiar name.

Li Qi slowly opened his eyes. A boy stood before him, ordinary-looking enough to disappear into a crowd without drawing a second glance. Yet there was an unusual liveliness in those eyes.

"A Jun, what's wrong with you? The trial is about to begin. Why do you look so distracted?"

The boy frowned, his tone carrying both urgency and reproach. He waved a hand before Li Qi's eyes, as if trying to drag him out of his daze.

A trial? A Jun?

I am—

Li Qi's pupils contracted slightly as waves of memories surged into his mind, drowning his consciousness.

I am Chen Jun.

I was an assassin chosen by the Shadow Department and trained from childhood. I had spent six full years in this training camp, struggling on the edge of life and death every day, dancing upon a blade every day.

Six years of blood and fire had forged me from a child who understood nothing into one of the most outstanding prospects among this batch of Shadow Department trainees.

No.

If I am Chen Jun, then who is Li Qi?

Li Qi felt his mind descend into chaos, as though a thick fog had sealed away his memories.

Those memories were clearly there. He could sense their existence, yet no matter what he did, he could not pierce that fog and see them clearly.

"Stop standing there. Hurry up."

The boy grabbed Li Qi's arm and dragged him toward the forest. The warmth of his palm seeped through Li Qi's sleeve, too real to be fake.

Li Qi looked at the boy pulling him along, and more memories surfaced in his mind.

This boy was called A Hao. He was his brother since