The mysterious figure held the murder dagger and soon noticed the figure curled up in the corner. He froze for a moment.
"Hello... Hey, you. Why do you seem kind of familiar?"
The mysterious figure greeted him, feeling an inexplicable closeness to the man.
At the sound of that voice, Dai Yuhao froze. That voice... It sounded so familiar... As if he'd heard it a very, very long time ago. Was it someone he knew?
He immediately looked up. The moment he saw the figure holding the dagger, his pupils contracted. The newcomer was dressed in shabby clothes.
The clothes had been washed until they'd faded, and had several patches, as if a kind mother had lovingly mended them.
When Dai Yuhao got a clear look at the man before him, he felt as if he'd seen a ghost. It looked just like him, back when he'd first run away from the White Tiger Duke Mansion!
Huo Yuhao studied the dazed man before him. The more he looked, the more familiar the man seemed, but he was certain they'd never met. He immediately asked:
"Who are you?"
At the question, Dai Yuhao snapped out of it. Looking down, he saw the White Tiger Dagger in the other's hand, which confirmed the man's identity even more.
"Are you called Dai Yuhao?"
He asked at once. But at the sound of that name, Huo Yuhao's expression turned as ugly as if he'd eaten shit. He immediately retorted:
"My surname is Huo, not Dai!"
"...All right... Calm down. I'm actually you, from the future."
Seeing how angry the other man was, Dai Yuhao didn't mind at all. Instead, he was curious about what was happening. He couldn't believe he'd run into his past self.
"You're me from the future?"
Huo Yuhao tilted his