"...I gave you three days. Why didn't you stay two more?" Qi Si looked at the little brat beside him, his expression complicated.
Of all the personalities, Qi Si only felt conflicted when facing the personality built around the so-called "original host."
There was even a trace of guilt and unease.
The other personalities could be said to have grown wildly under the influence of Jiang Zhijie's experiments.
Only this personality had been molded bit by bit by Qi Si's own hands.
"His" personality, "his" loves and hates, and even those once-crazy, unconventional actions of "his" had all, in truth, been influenced by the suggestions Qi Si had forced upon "his" consciousness.
Setting all that aside, in front of Qi Si, "he" was just a little brat whose feathers had not even grown in yet.
An innocent little rascal spoiled rotten by his older brother.
That was why Qi Si had long been able to forcibly devour "him," yet had delayed doing so.
"He" sat on the ground with his arms around his knees, looking dejected.
After hearing Qi Si's question, "he" shook his head. "No. I'm afraid that if I stay another two days, I won't want to leave even more."
Who would want to be swallowed by darkness forever when they could wake up every day and see bright sunshine?
He recalled something he had heard long ago—I could have endured the darkness, if I had never seen the light.
"You actually..."
"No, no! I can't think about it anymore!"
Before Qi Si could finish, "he" cut him off.
With a mournful expression, "he" looked at Qi Si. "Aren't you going to devour me? Hurry up! I'm afraid that the longer I stay awake, the more unwilling I'll be to leave."
Qi Si stared at "him" for a