"Stop! You can't do this!" Villain Shen Feng roared in shock, his eyes wide.
Shen Feng remained expressionless, his gaze filled with nothing but indifference.
"Xiao Feng, don't!" A familiar voice came from nearby. In an instant, it reached Shen Feng's side, revealing an incomparably beautiful girl whose appearance combined the beauty of every beautiful woman in the world.
Shen Feng whirled around, his whole body trembling. He could scarcely believe his eyes—or rather, his senses.
"Jingwei!?"
A surge of wild joy rose in his heart, and all the grief from moments ago nearly vanished in an instant.
"You're not dead!? You're not dead!? That's wonderful! Wonderful!"
Shen Feng opened his arms, and Jingwei involuntarily threw herself into his embrace. He wrapped her in a tight bear hug.
This was the power of the highest control authority.
Jingwei's consciousness instinctively struggled, originally intending to break free from Shen Feng's embrace. But after thinking it over, she could not bear to do so. A faint smile appeared on her face as she leaned against Shen Feng's shoulder and said:
"Big Sister died, but Big Sister came back."
Shen Feng frowned and grasped Jingwei's shoulders, studying her carefully. She looked exactly like Jingwei, and the foundational code within her consciousness was completely identical as well. Yet he had personally watched Jingwei be utterly destroyed just moments ago. It made no sense at all.
Then he suddenly realized something and said sorrowfully:
"You're Jingwei's consciousness backup..."
Jingwei's data had been completely destroyed. It was utterly irreversible. There was only one explanation for the Jingwei before him: she was a consciousness backup.
Jingwei curled her lips and knocked Shen Feng on the head, saying:
"Did grief fry your brain? Was yesterday's me not me? How exactly is my existence defined? Is it some specific