The two Spider-Men, identical in appearance and nearly the same build, clung to each other and wept.
Michelle watched, thoroughly at a loss.
Hong Fei suddenly approached from behind her.
Hearing the footsteps, Michelle turned around. The moment she saw him, she let out a breath as though reinforcements had arrived, and a smile spread across her face.
"Mr. Hong, it's great that you came. They... uh, you said he was your nephew. Do you know he's Spider-Man?" Even as she spoke, Michelle began to sound uncertain.
Hong Fei smiled and nodded. "Of course I know. I was the one who brought the other Spider-Man here."
Michelle was surprised. "Then... you're from another world too?"
"Yes. You were listening very attentively just now."
Michelle smiled sheepishly. "Although I don't have any memories, as a simple story, he told it very well."
"That wasn't a story." Big Peter suddenly wiped away his tears and turned around.
Little Peter let go of him, quickly walked behind Hong Fei, and said apologetically, "Sorry, Uncle Hong. I think I messed it up."
But Hong Fei was not angry. He reached out and gently stroked the top of his head, saying softly, "It's fine. I already knew this would happen. After all, you're different from him. You don't have any experience."
"After we go back, I'll... I'll give myself more experience."
"Then you should find your own Michelle."
Little Peter glanced up at Michelle. Seemingly recalling something, he lowered his head with a red face.
Seeing this, Big Peter felt another pang in his heart and hurriedly spoke. "Uncle Hong, I..."
Hong Fei raised a hand to stop him. "Don't rush. The situation is clear now, but reality is right in front of you: simply recounting things and provoking her cannot erase the magic's effects.