Wang Yue looked at the aged Duanmu Ying. She was like a newborn baby, clearly someone whose mind had been wiped clean—not the child Lü Huan.
Having confirmed his guess, he turned to Qu Tong. "See? If you really are Duanmu Ying, then the Duanmu Ying in that body should be Lü Huan, since the two of you switched bodies.
"But your original body is now just an old woman with the mind of a child. You only wiped her memories.
"Tell me, if you'd only copied a portion of your memories into Lü Huan's body, would there have been two Duanmu Yings?
"Which of you is the real Duanmu Ying?"
If Qu Tong had once doubted Wang Yue's theory, seeing her original, aged body made her understand. Only the person in Duanmu Ying's body was truly human. The one left in Lü Huan's body was merely a "monster."
Looking at Duanmu Ying's aged body, she couldn't help murmuring, "What should I do?"
Wang Yue turned to Qu Tong and said earnestly, "You have a chance to put your memories back into Duanmu Ying's body. That's the only way to become your true self again."
Everyone present had heard Qu Tong explain what happened, but they still found it hard to believe. Now that the facts were right in front of them, though, they had no choice but to accept them.
Still, they thought Wang Yue's suggestion was foolish. Qu Tong's current body looked to be in her twenties at most, while Duanmu Ying, who looked like an old woman, had grown terribly frail. Only a fool would give up a young body to return to her own.
Although Qu Tong had heard Wang Yue's explanation, she thought much the same as the others. Looking at Duanmu Ying, she hesitated.